My brother recently sold his house in Los Angeles and moved to Miami. In the interest of keeping his privacy, let's just say his profit was 12 chocolate chip cookies, 2 apple pies, 16 fudge brownies, 19 blueberry muffins and a 6 cases of Maker's Mark.
Darwin* and his wife are now buying a home in Miami. Last week they put in an offer and managed to get the winning bid. His agent came from a friend of my sister-in-law's family who live in New York City and, like all good Italians, "know people." That agent, missing the obvious implication that a ready, willing and able buyer who was about to be homeless and just fell into his lap and passed Darwin and his wife off on Lindsay, a 24 year old new agent.
Darwin's baseline is easy-going and low-key Type B. Except this week. You see, Darwin is buying a home in the frenzied Miami market. When he called me last Sunday, he was psyched. His agent found him "the" house on their first day looking.
Now then, what should he offer? As I don't know Florida real estate and I would like to keep my license, I told him that he should ask his agent.
His agent said she didn't know what he should offer either. Perhaps what would be best is if Darwin, "sleeps on it" to decide whether or not they wanted the home. Darwin, the enterprising sort, did not want to sleep on it and possibly lose out on this house. So, he called his fabulous Los Angeles agent who got him the bakery and liquor store profit and helped him word the offer. Lindsay was so impressed by the California agent's verbiage, she stole it and hence, a contract was written.
There were seven offers on the house. The seller countered back to two of them. Darwin was the winner. However, Lindsay did not explain the contract to my brother and sister-in-law. From what I understand, she basically sent him a docusign and told him that if he wanted the house he would agree to whatever the terms were, and sign here.
And now, our story starts.
To be continued.
*Darwin doesn't know this blog exists. If he did, he would kill me for using his childhood nickname. However, my other brother's childhood nickname was "Squirrel," so Darwin got the better end of the deal.
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