I took a listing about three months ago against my better judgment.  The house needed a lot of work, home values were on the decline, and the seller wanted “X” amount … more than it was worth.  With a nagging “Don’t take it!” in the back of my head, I still said yes.

I don’t know if the spray paint was ever removed (or painted over) from the back patio that screamed “Live [a certain nationality] or DIE.”  I don’t know if the seller made the promised repairs.  I didn’t know because I could never reach him.  When I did speak with anyone, they’d hang up on me citing a language barrier.  We did get calls for a couple of showings, but only one agent was able to gain entry because the other showing request was declined.

The listing expired this weekend and while I’m sad we didn’t sell, it’s kind of a relief that I won’t be tossing and turning with the stress of knowing I have to come up with *another* way to market a property that was unsellable at that price and in that condition.

Lesson learned… the same lesson I’ve tried to teach my own children.  When the little voice inside your head says, “Uh oh” you should listen.  Next time I’ll say no.  No thank you.