Mr. B and I were seriously considering putting our townhouse back on the market. In fact, we had started the process of contacting agents to discuss this. Frankly, they were not overly encouraging given the state of the market but one in particular was ready to give it the old college try.
The last time we thought about doing this (just before the New Year), we got a call from our previous agent saying one of our former neighbors wanted to buy the property for his daughter. We got pretty excited, but, as these things go, it turns out his daughter did not want to move down to NC from MN (she must be a nut-case) so that didn't work out for us.
So, this past weekend, we got serious, as noted above, about getting it on the market (while at the same time continuing to attempt to get a new (and improved) tenant).
We made an appointment for this coming Saturday to meet an agent at the property. Monday I was out walking the dog when I got a call from the PMC; believe it or not, they'd received a rental offer on the property!
So, after a few days of negotiation, it's a pretty much done deal so I feel safe in blogging about it (I didn't want to jinx it, which is why I never mentioned it to anyone these past few days).
This time, it's a single woman in her late 30s or early 40s. She works at Duke and makes a respectable salary. All of her background checks, credit checks, etc., came back with excellent reports. She's paying what we're asking, she's moving in March 1 and she's signed up for a year lease. She's pretty enamored of the place so she wanted to have the first right to buy it should we sell it (our terms, of course). She has an old dog who weighs 25 pounds who likely won't be able to climb the stairs. But, she's also paying a pet deposit so no worries, there.
Anyway, do a WOO HOO dance for the B's! Although we would have preferred to sell the joint, this is a heck of a lot better than nothing and it sure will help our wallets.
Oh, and, no worries, we are STILL going after the previous idiot moronic tenants for what they owe us.
Mrs. B