Family can be the worst when it comes to business and especially real estate. It's good that your state requires a real estate attorney. I'm so happy for you and will be praying that all goes well with no delays and congrats on the big purge! There is nothing like moving that will make us part from things we'd otherwise hang on to.
The lawyer that screwed up the sale I mentioned did do real estate and did it well but he got in a bind of epic proportions and that was that. He either forgot or didn't care. It was up to the new owner to make sure everything on her end was followed up on and she was sharp enough to know she should have been paying property tax...especially after that many years. I was 300 hundred miles away and clueless that he hadn't finished up on his end.
Not everyone loved her and it was a choice piece of real estate that I had managed to get a variance of use on after many had failed before me. Someone was waiting on that property with baited breath besides her. It never went on the market when I sold it. She came by my shop one day needing something she was out of and I told her about it and gave her one week before I listed it and the price was firm. It was, for all practical purposes, commercial property in the historic downtown section of a popular southern tourist city on the Mississippi river and across the street from the tourist center. In less than two weeks, we'd closed and I was packing.
DH and I had paid cash for it, had no debt and sold it to get back to Arkansas and never looked back. We'd already started another business and could live anywhere we wanted...we were only thirty. When I was young I was a force to be reckoned with but I've fought so many battles since then that I pick them very carefully now. I may have one or two left in me but I'm saving them for something important.
The lawyer that screwed up the sale I mentioned did do real estate and did it well but he got in a bind of epic proportions and that was that. He either forgot or didn't care. It was up to the new owner to make sure everything on her end was followed up on and she was sharp enough to know she should have been paying property tax...especially after that many years. I was 300 hundred miles away and clueless that he hadn't finished up on his end.
Not everyone loved her and it was a choice piece of real estate that I had managed to get a variance of use on after many had failed before me. Someone was waiting on that property with baited breath besides her. It never went on the market when I sold it. She came by my shop one day needing something she was out of and I told her about it and gave her one week before I listed it and the price was firm. It was, for all practical purposes, commercial property in the historic downtown section of a popular southern tourist city on the Mississippi river and across the street from the tourist center. In less than two weeks, we'd closed and I was packing.
DH and I had paid cash for it, had no debt and sold it to get back to Arkansas and never looked back. We'd already started another business and could live anywhere we wanted...we were only thirty. When I was young I was a force to be reckoned with but I've fought so many battles since then that I pick them very carefully now. I may have one or two left in me but I'm saving them for something important.