November, and the pool guy says the house has been empty since March
Somebody I know through a lender wanted a second set of eyes on a flip he was already halfway into. Big house, close to 8,000 square feet, dated in the way that expensive houses get dated, which is that everything works perfectly and all of it is from 2004. Sitting on a ravine lot at the very top of its market. The kind of price band where maybe four or five houses trade a year in that whole submarket.
So I drive out. He walks me through it and he's proud, and he should be, because the work is genuinely good. Three ovens. A stone guy he flew in from out of state to do the slabs in the kitchen because the local fabricators kept getting the veining wrong on the waterfall edge. He tells me about the veining for about eight minutes.
While we're standing there the pool service guy comes through the side gate. Friendly, chatty. He says something like, been doing this one since March, never once seen anybody in the house. It's November.
I asked what the monthly was to just own it and do nothing. Hard money interest, vacant-property insurance, utilities kept on so the place shows warm, and a landscaping crew every single week because a lawn that looks even slightly off will end a showing before anyone gets inside. He said about thirty-one thousand. Then he said, I'm not worried, my buyer is out there somewhere.
I didn't run a model. I said thanks, told him I wasn't the right person to help, and drove home.
Drove past it in the spring. New sign, different brokerage, and the staging was gone, which tells you the staging contract ran out and nobody renewed it. Still empty as far as I could tell.