A House in Port Credit
My Mom and her partner, Stan, came to visit me yesterday. We had lunch, then I took them to Port Credit to walk along the water and to have coffee in the Starbucks by the Lighthouse. Somehow, we got talking about Real Estate and how Mark and I want to “get in the game” so to speak, but that the cost of houses varies greatly depending on the neighbourhood you’re in. I sensed that they didn’t believe me when I said that those tiny, quaint cottages right near the water in Port Credit would cost a half a million minimum.
Then we happened to walk past an Open House sign and my mother really wanted to go inside. She kept saying, “Ooooh, Let US do all the talking!” and “We just want to get an idea….”. “We’ll give them MY information, okay?” I felt a bit nervous about “putting on airs” and pretending to be someone who is actually ABLE to even CONSIDER purchasing a home in this area. But Mom had a good point….anyone can look.
It was a heritage home and the décor was absolutely stunning. It reminded me of being in a modernized Anne of Green Gables home. There was a cedar gazebo in the back yard, surrounded by flower beds on every side and a stone walkway and a beautiful little patio. There were brass-plated bathtubs and sinks and faucets. There were three bedrooms plus a huge spacious study. It was a dream house to be sure.
The Real Estate Agent was a professionally dressed woman sitting firmly on a stool in the kitchen. As we came in, she didn’t even get up, but immediately said, “It’s priced at $699 000.” She obviously didn’t think we were serious buyers. She sloughed us off as if we weren’t worthy of her attention. She probably took one look at our casual clothes or our wind-blown hair or the lack of BMW out front and made a judgment that we would not really put down an offer. She didn’t take us seriously. I felt outraged. I wanted to yell, “How DARE you look down your nose at us! How DARE you make a judgment so quickly that we could not afford your house!”
My Mom and her partner, Stan, came to visit me yesterday. We had lunch, then I took them to Port Credit to walk along the water and to have coffee in the Starbucks by the Lighthouse. Somehow, we got talking about Real Estate and how Mark and I want to “get in the game” so to speak, but that the cost of houses varies greatly depending on the neighbourhood you’re in. I sensed that they didn’t believe me when I said that those tiny, quaint cottages right near the water in Port Credit would cost a half a million minimum.
Then we happened to walk past an Open House sign and my mother really wanted to go inside. She kept saying, “Ooooh, Let US do all the talking!” and “We just want to get an idea….”. “We’ll give them MY information, okay?” I felt a bit nervous about “putting on airs” and pretending to be someone who is actually ABLE to even CONSIDER purchasing a home in this area. But Mom had a good point….anyone can look.
It was a heritage home and the décor was absolutely stunning. It reminded me of being in a modernized Anne of Green Gables home. There was a cedar gazebo in the back yard, surrounded by flower beds on every side and a stone walkway and a beautiful little patio. There were brass-plated bathtubs and sinks and faucets. There were three bedrooms plus a huge spacious study. It was a dream house to be sure.
The Real Estate Agent was a professionally dressed woman sitting firmly on a stool in the kitchen. As we came in, she didn’t even get up, but immediately said, “It’s priced at $699 000.” She obviously didn’t think we were serious buyers. She sloughed us off as if we weren’t worthy of her attention. She probably took one look at our casual clothes or our wind-blown hair or the lack of BMW out front and made a judgment that we would not really put down an offer. She didn’t take us seriously. I felt outraged. I wanted to yell, “How DARE you look down your nose at us! How DARE you make a judgment so quickly that we could not afford your house!”
Okay okay. So she was right in all of her assumptions. But I’m still allowed to be outraged.
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