I have a listing with a really great couple. I will call them the Jones's - to protect the innocent. They're both up there in age, as most here in Sun City Center are - this is a retirement community after all.
When Mr. Jones ( not his real name) came to the office, I was fortunate enough to be on the floor that day and sat down and talked with him about "possibly" listing their home. We talked for a bit, kind of hit it off and we made an appointment for me to go over and "see" the house. He asked me to hold off an hour or so in order to give him time to go home and let Mrs. Jones know what he had done.
Upon closing the door behind him, I made a mad dash to do a search on his home to at least get a idea what type of home he had, and what his floorplan was. We have an exclusive list of homes and floor plans within our little community, and it comes in very handy. I also did a tax search to give me an idea of what they paid.
Naturally, when you are crammed for time, even the fastest computers seem to work slow. Gathering all my information on his home, then throwing together my listing packet paperwork (just in case), and running down my listing preparation checklist to make sure I don't forget something important, I manage to finish with 10 minutes to spare. Just enough time to grab a quick coffee, and drive over to the house. Small community - only 3 minutes from the office.
I get there, meet Mrs Jones, we sit down, discuss all the why's and whatfor's and it feels good. We definitely clicked, and they like me as much as I like them. One of the main reasons they want to sell is that Mrs Jones wants to go back home and be closer to family up north. I don't say anything at first, but I'm thinking "It's cold up there". She really misses "home" and just thinks it's time. And here all along I thought this was Mr Jones' idea. LOL.
I finally tour the house, and it's a lovely home and well cared for. We discuss price, minor fixes and come to an agreement and I do all the paperwork, and they're happy, and off I go back to the office with my listing on the first time out.
Unfortunately, the market is on the down-slide, and potential buyers are few and far between. I visit with them almost weekly, just to chat, and sometimes just to give me a reason to get out of the office. My first visit, Mrs wants to lower the price already. Barely had the house in the MLS system. Several times after that we discuss the price, and they insist they are happy with the price, and really don't feel a need to lower it.
After all, "We don't reallyhave to sell". I really have strong feelings about that expression. GRRRRRRR!
Tons of advice from fellow workers that I needed to inform the Jones' how it would be in their best interest to lower the price and hope to get this house sold so they can move up north. I was told on several occasions that I was doing them an injustice by not being more "aggressive" at getting this house sold.
Finally, this week I worked on a CMA and came up with a list of very good reasons to lower the price, and get this house sold. I was armed to the teeth and I wasn't about to back down. I need to do right by them and convince them to lower the price. I was prepared for any excuse they might come up with.
Except...
They let me go through my spiel, and nodded at all the right places, and were wowed with my printouts, and list of reasons. Then, Mr Jones calmly said, "Well Bob, I think we'll just sit it out until the listing expires"
Gasp!!!! Took me by surprise, because I know the next sentence will be that they are going to try another agent. I failed.
I look from him to her and I can see something pass between them...just in the eyes. So, I ask if something is wrong. I sense it's not me, but something else. He says, "We kind of like it here, got all we need". And we've had lot's of visits from family since we put the house up. "Are you thinking of staying here rather than go up north?" I ask. Mrs Jones in her sweet little voice informs me "As much as I would love to move up north, we've been told we'd probably be better off if we just stayed down here. They have plenty of other family members to take care of up there as it is." I just sit there quietly and let this sink in. "Besides," she continues, "I really do like it down here, and I would miss this view". How sad for them.
They both assure me they are OK with this, and feel maybe it's for the best. I humbly agree, and we change the subject. Small talk about life, the house, the beautiful view they have, and other odds and ends. Soon, it's time for me to go, and we say our Good-Bye's.
I sat in my car for a few moments to gather my thoughts. I remembered how happy and excited she was a few months back at the thought of moving back home. I wondered at what point they were told to stay put. Thinking back, I realize that my last few visits, she didn't mention going back home. I remembered how excited she was and how we all laughed when I made up a special flyer for one of my Open Houses that said "Help send Mrs. Jones back home".
I know in the long run they are probably better off staying here, if only for the warmer climate. And I can't help think that they are very fortunate the house didn't sell. It would have been nice to make the sale, but I think there was some divine intervention at work here. I hadn't thought about it at the time, but I'm considering the possibility of withdrawing the listing just to keep it from selling now. I guess I need to discuss this with them on my next visit.
Well fellow Rainer's, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.