I wish I could say this was the scene in front of the house next door to me. You know, the one that's been empty for almost four years now and in foreclosure for more than three. But that's neither the house nor has it been sold. I wouldn't even worry about whether it was sold if it looked as neat as the one in the photo. Rumor has it, however, that a short sale may be in the works so maybe there's hope the overgrown bushes and nasty pool (not to mention the moldy interior) will soon be history.
Instead it's just a photo I snagged from the Internet to illustrate the story that's been on my mind. It was far too dark for me to toddle on down the street and snap the real thing but it will do.
One of the houses down the street is sporting a "Sold" sign, always a good sign when homes come on and go off the market as quickly as this one did. Maybe those experts who say the housing market is showing signs of improvement, even in our area, know what they're talking about.
We were talking about it at dinner last night as a golf professional who used to work at the club has purchased it. My first reaction was one of surprise but it really shouldn't have been when I stopped to think about it. He's been out here a lot in the years since he left, playing with his two sons. It's hard to believe that the youngest of those little guys with the beautiful, big eyes is in his final year of high school.
Do they know? I asked when told which house they were buying. I was referring to the fact that the man who lived in the house took his life there last spring. It was the topic of much conversation at the time, mostly because the homeowner's association kept referring to his death as a self-inflicted fatality. It was an odd twist of words. I have no experience with suicide and can't imagine being in such a dark hole that such an action would seem to be the answer but apparently he suffered unrelenting pain from an accident.
I always felt sorry for his wife every time I'd walk by the home. Would it be a comfort to remain in familiar surrounding or would it be a constant reminder of the tragic end of a loved one's life? The woman living in the sad-looking house next door to us didn't take long to decide; she moved out just weeks after her husband died and his death was from natural causes. I don't even know if he was at home when it happened as we were out of town then but she quickly chose not to stay.
And if you were a prospective home buyer, would you want to know if someone had died in the house? I think I would. Not that death per se imparts some sort of bad juju on a home or that I'd worry about spirits walking the hallways at night. Still.... I'd rather know before I signed on the bottom line than to find out about it afterward.
We'll all be glad to welcome Mike and his family into the neighborhood. By all accounts the seller had made significant improvements to the interior of the house while she lived there so the new owners should enjoy a beautiful home. Now if we could just see some of that same action next door, I'd be a happy camper.