Mistake? Or a lesson to be learned?

I met with my Realtor last night to place my condo back on the market. Obviously, it’s NOT a good market to do that, but I never realized HOW bad. It’s worse than I imagined. I purchased it in 2006 — completely renovated with everything brand new (sans furnace). My market analysis reports that no unit that was placed for sale or that is under contract is selling remotely near even what I paid for it. There was actually a unit similar to mine that was obviously (or hopefully) an REO or sheriff’s deal that sold for almost $20,000 less than what I chose as my sale price. My sale price doesn’t even cover what I currently own on the mortgage, which essentially means that I could be forced into a short sale or have to pull $12,000 out of my other ass. Oh, and then replace that stinking furnace too.

Or I could suffer for another year or two in fucking Rocky River until the market may (or may NOT) get better. I mean, realistically, IT COULD GET WORSE!

I don’t have any regrets in my life (No, really, I don’t). This is not one either. I just wish I could pick up my condo and put it in another place. But I’m about to get royally fucked sideways and backways when and if this thing sells. It’s so depressing and stressful. I feel like my life is draining out of me because I’m just stuck here. I obviously never thought I would stay here FOREVER… and in the grand plan, what’s another year, right? Meh. I still may consider moving before it sells. And I really hate when I acquire this apathetic attitude. It’s not good for my energy. Think like the fish… think like the fish…

I wish I could go back to 2006 Mel and kick her in the ass. And while I’m there, I would really like to warn her about these loser guys she shouldn’t waste her time on.

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