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Looked at some condos today...with families still living in them.
The worst part about home shopping so far is getting a first-hand look at those that are struggling through this economy. I've looked at a total of four condos so far, three of them short sales. The first home I stepped foot in today nobody was home. What I saw were fully adorned walls, a turtle in a tank out on the patio, bunk beds in the kids' room, and a litter box for the cat. Over the fireplace hung a large family portrait: mom, dad, and five young children. In Diamond Bar this is a wonderful place to raise a young family.
They are about to lose their home.
As awkward as it was to peruse the space of a stranger's home, the hardest feeling I had to endure throughout the day was knowing that each of these homes in short sale currently house families in financial hardship. They are selling their home, not because they have somewhere else to go or will soon be upgrading, but because they have no other choice.
In the second house I visited I saw a fully decorated house...oh, and a family at home on this Saturday afternoon: a young Korean couple with two very young children, their daughter not more than 4 years old. Yet here I was, rummaging through their rooms and closets trying to get an idea of how good I'd look in this place. This family has very little to smile about, and I couldn't help but feel like I was adding to their misery with my presence.
Many of these people who now face short sales, not to mention foreclosures, have themselves to blame for taking on home loans they never could've afforded. But when you're looking at a child of young parents that only wanted the best for their family, that blame seems to evaporate and there's nothing but pity and sorrow. Unfortunately, the only thing I can do at this point is hold on to my [hopefully] stable job and make sure I am not eaten by the same pitfalls of an irresponsible financial institution that got our country here in the first place.
So once again, life goes on.
The worst part about home shopping so far is getting a first-hand look at those that are struggling through this economy. I've looked at a total of four condos so far, three of them short sales. The first home I stepped foot in today nobody was home. What I saw were fully adorned walls, a turtle in a tank out on the patio, bunk beds in the kids' room, and a litter box for the cat. Over the fireplace hung a large family portrait: mom, dad, and five young children. In Diamond Bar this is a wonderful place to raise a young family.
They are about to lose their home.
As awkward as it was to peruse the space of a stranger's home, the hardest feeling I had to endure throughout the day was knowing that each of these homes in short sale currently house families in financial hardship. They are selling their home, not because they have somewhere else to go or will soon be upgrading, but because they have no other choice.
In the second house I visited I saw a fully decorated house...oh, and a family at home on this Saturday afternoon: a young Korean couple with two very young children, their daughter not more than 4 years old. Yet here I was, rummaging through their rooms and closets trying to get an idea of how good I'd look in this place. This family has very little to smile about, and I couldn't help but feel like I was adding to their misery with my presence.
Many of these people who now face short sales, not to mention foreclosures, have themselves to blame for taking on home loans they never could've afforded. But when you're looking at a child of young parents that only wanted the best for their family, that blame seems to evaporate and there's nothing but pity and sorrow. Unfortunately, the only thing I can do at this point is hold on to my [hopefully] stable job and make sure I am not eaten by the same pitfalls of an irresponsible financial institution that got our country here in the first place.
So once again, life goes on.