That’s what our real estate agent said when Alex was adamant about seeing this house: Archive of the original listing on Zillow. Photos are still up.
It had been on the market for nearly 2 years and priced around $750,000. The pictures….oh, ug, no. No fireplace? No yard? No bathrooms? Super cluttered. It added up to disaster.
This description is what caught Alex’s eye:
Private aerie for artist, naturalist, woodworker – a magic 38 acre wooded setting with trails. Understated facade conceals surprising large interior spaces. Lots and lots of light, intimate screened porch, walkout lower level with wonderful au pair, caregiver or studio potential (designed and plumbed for another bedroom and bath). Most doorways are 3 feet wide. High quality by Northeast Construction, glorious windows…you won’t want to leave.
And it is what he sold Jessica on before they called the realtor to schedule a walk through. The first clue toward this house’s long time on the market was that the selling realtor had to be there too. Why? That’s odd. Even though it made us uncomfortable we agreed to meeting all parties at the house. Fortunately, the other realtor was simply there to open the door because the owner felt uncomfortable having lock boxes around.
The house was amazing! It even had a fireplace, some yard, and bathrooms!
And then the real bonuses started to shine. The house was overbuilt to the extreme. It had highly engineered beams running throughout the floors, incredibly large trusses in the roof that can either handle tons of snow or a whole third story, and absolute silence.
Where it fell short was all cosmetic. The master bathroom was set up for elderly people and anywhere the floors weren’t wood it was a different mix of clashing linoleums. It wasn’t going to be cheap, but it was easily fixable.
We knew this was the place.
Back at the office some of our home-shopping coworkers commented they saw that house on Zillow many times, but couldn’t get past the clutter and the photos. It was clear to me the house sat on the market because the marketing was so poor. Now that we’re in it, and those same coworkers have been over, it is clear to them the marketing is what killed things for the previous owner and helped us get our Vermont dream home.