Reports of My Demise...

I've received more than a few calls, from clients, industry acquaintances, others, asking about the health of my practice, concerned souls conferring in funereal tones.

Actually I'm doing fine, still fortunate to inherit and convert great opportunities. By no means immune from the most macro of macro economic pressures, but still humming along. "If you don't want the job when times are difficult," I counseled another practitioner recently, "you don't want the job."

Fortunately people are still drawn to the home buying and selling arena, many in response to changing family situations: relocation, in nest/empty nest, un rinconcito for mom, etc.
Another percentage of prospective buyers are attracted by the shoe top interest rates, lower yet again after the Fannie/Freddie conservatorship. "The only real savings long term," one veteran buyer asserted, "is with rates."

Sometimes I wonder if home ownership has simply fallen out of fashion, no longer the thing to do, for squares; then, a smart new listing comes along, with hefty moldings, or colorful tile, a tall Camphor tree, and I get all excited.