Wednesday, June 28, 2023

5 Part Series: Real Estate Letter #1

This is a fictional five-part series containing real estate letters written by bidders and presented to the sellers of a local family's estate. Enjoy. 



Dear Nelson Family, 

On Halloween, my brother and I walked to Grant Avenue.

We put on our Snow White and Woody Woodpecker masks and we ran from the Wrights to the Mountains, the Freeberns, the Endieveris, the Homkeys and the Shevlins.

Your house was always my favorite. Large and colonial (before I knew what a ‘classic’ city colonial was) and full of happy friendly faces. With a pretty little yard and side door off the driveway to what was probably the kitchen, just like the house I grew up in.

I was never scared of trick or treating there. Your mom gave out Milky Ways and it felt like home.

So, when the house came up for sale, I told my kids that we were going to try hard, so very hard, to get it. You see, we moved back here last year after too many years of trials and tribulations in a midwestern state where I’ve lived since college. I know Covid has hit everyone particularly hard but for me, it changed my life forever. I lost my husband and father of my two children. Looking for a fresh start, my kids and I returned to this town and we’ve been trying to secure a home ever since.

I wanted to get settled in time for the start of school, so we relocated in June, and Miles and Quintin have adapted well to the local schools even though we have been living in a small and dingy apartment where we thankfully only have two months left on our one-year lease. They know I am trying my best but sharing a room hasn’t been easy for them. One is sad, the other angry and since Covid took their Dad, they have become far savvier than kids should be in the ups and downs of life. Because they are little, they do not understand why we can’t just buy and move into whatever house pops up.

This one, though, is perfect for us. When I walked through your open house today, I pictured where I would put the Christmas tree and where Miles would store his football gear and where Quintin could work on his model airplanes and where our cat might lounge on a windowsill. I pictured where my husband’s urn of cold gray steel might be placed. I pictured blue delft china, a red strawberry cookie jar, coffee with neighbors and weekend walks to the farmer’s market.

I know it’s down to the wire and you are only accepting bids until 5:00 pm Sunday. I am desperately asking that you look at our bid as more than a number. Please see us. We are a family who you could save from potentially having to return to the Midwest. My mother, who gave the best years of her life and career to a local insurance office, lives a three minute drive away from this exact location and she is repeatedly ill and failing. I am sure you can understand my desire to be close to her as well.

Thank you for reading this. We are grateful for your time and consideration.

 

Carrie Miller


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