Phase One: Real Estate Research
Orders received yet: No.
Estimated TTD (time 'til departure): Unknown. Maybe six months?
I am addicted to real estate websites. Maybe not as bad as I'm addicted to Sherlock but--it's bad.
I have an app, and I'm not afraid to use it.
It starts innocently enough...sometimes just days after moving into our current house. Checking to make sure the price we paid for our brand-spanking new bungalow/two-story/high-ranch/colonial/salt-box is reasonable. Usually brought on by a For Sale sign in our neighbourhood. Oh look! That house is for sale! Wonder what it's worth? Why don't I just check? Oh! Look how they decorated that room! I like that kitchen...!
Innocent mind candy, something to fill a spare moment. Checking on my iPhone while waiting for a child after school, peeking in at lunch time to see what's new...that sort of thing.
But then hubs has a meeting with someone and a whisper comes home. Just a possibility--nothing definite. They need a (insert job here) in (insert base A here) or maybe (insert second possibility B here). In our world these whispers are just that--whispers. Gossip. Like little teases, thrown out to tweak your curiosity.
Thus begins a manic website-checking phase. It only lasts a day or two, maybe a week. Checking neighbourhoods, ideal locations, proximity of schools, and most of all real estate-prices. This is, of course, accompanied by another, more serious evaluation of current home resale values, because we all know that what we sell determines what we can buy elsewhere.
Things settle down. After all, it was just a rumour. No need to get too excited.
I go back to the occasional check in, watching for For Sale signs and trying not to drive my husband crazy with the constant question... Any news?
And then another meeting happens. Or a phone call, or something that ratchets the possibility factor up from 50% to 98%. Suddently it's not Base A or Base B. It's only B. This is the conversation. The one that says 'There's always a chance you won't get posted to this base, but we've slotted you in.'
Such sweet torture to the compulsive real-estate checker.
Friends in the new area are called. Schools boundaries are researched, downloaded, printed out. Extra-curricular activities are mapped. And always the checking, checking, checking. Can we afford it? What if that one sells before we get our posting message?
Inevitably they do sell, and it's back to the websites. Look at that! A new house listed! Squirrel!
And so begins the roller coaster known as Posting Season. Phase One of the Twelve Phases of Posting: Real Estate Research.The beginning of a loooooooooong journey of adventure and emotional upheaval.
I've learned to love it.
The thing is, I suspect I'm not alone in the military spouse world. Are you a Real Estate Researcher? Always on the look out for a new home? It's not that I don't love my current one. I do. I don't really want to move. I love our quiet home in the country...far enough away that we have no light pollution, yet close enough that I can work in the city. It's perfect. And would still be perfect if we were never posted again.
But I love to dream. I love the thrill of the search.
Now...wasn't there a new home for sale on that street?
I'm off to check...
Note: I use this website for my addiction: http://beta.realtor.ca/index.aspx?CultureId=1
What's your favourite?