(81) Goodbye, The House
The move from Moote Pointe NY to Moote Pointe PA is complete.
The final step was what the real estate people call “the closing on…” the
The thing cost $14,500 in 1966. Accounting for inflation, it is now worth something between $80-thousand and $90-thousand. But it sold for more. A LOT more.
Provokes feelings of being a thief.
It should provoke feelings of being a pioneer. What? There’s no pioneering in buying or selling a house on
Ah, but this was a pioneering post-bubble sale. It may have “sold for… a lot more,” but it sold for a lot LESS than it would have, say, six months earlier.
People are leaving in droves.
From the formerly rickety planned community of
Rodger came to
Rodger’s departure from the twin cities left
But even the allure of a one party county (Republican) wasn’t strong enough for him to knuckle under to the tax rate, the confused and confusing inter-intra governmental shenanigans and the Long Island Expressway on a weekday morning.
Recently, they re-assessed all the houses. Taxes weren’t going to increase because the rate went down while the market values (still calculated from 1932 prices. This is not a joke or typo!) rose.
The county hired a company from
Like “The House,” as in the title of this Wessay™. A passable place, yes. But not 40 or 50 times more valuable than when it was built.
The greatest accomplishment in 40 years of residence? Raising four kids with only one bathroom.
I'm Wes Richards, my opinions are my own, but you're welcome to them.
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