In September 2004, I bought a house. I was almost 29 years old and getting out of a horrific relationship. I needed something good to happen. That house was the best thing I ever did for myself. This Friday, I sold it. That was the worst experience I ever went through. Although my house was only on the market for about 60 days, I spent each and every one of those days fluctuating between stress and homicide. In a few months, I anticipate getting back into the real estate game… this time on the buying side. Buying is so much more pleasant than selling. I never want to sell a house again.
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