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The Austin housing market is basically the worst thing ever right now. If someone is so much as birthing the notion of putting their house up for sale, there’s a knock at their door from a person with green, leafy cash in an amount way over the value of the house. Insanity.
I knew this going in as a buyer, and I was bracing myself for the worst. Fortunately I had Delfin to walk me through the heartbreaking process. Full disclosure: I know and love Delfin and his fam. He’s honest, fair, and always has the buyer’s interest at heart. He helped me get my previous soul-​crushing house sold in record time, and with his swift, persistent, and kind demeanor I knew he could be my home-​buying rock when things didn’t go well.
And things, indeed, did not go well. He previewed houses when I was out of town. He would communicate if there were 6 contracts and it was unlikely they’d take any offer I’d propose. He talked to me openly about the risks of buying a house in a flood plain («Think about what a hard time they’re having selling it right now…»). He plainly laid out the real deal on an historic house in Montopolis that I lusted over («Yes this area will blow up, but in how long? Will you have kids by then? Where will they go to school?»).
Essentially, Delfin served as the wise elder sibling on matters of the heart. And don’t fool yourself: if you’re buying a house to live in, the heart talks. That Montopolis house had dirt lots, shanty houses and trailer homes all around it and all I saw? The antique sliding doors closing off the dining room. Sigh.
I’m one of the lucky ones. One month, 20+ house viewings and two or three failed contracts later, I met my dream home. It was the kind of experience where you’re all soulfully connected and realize you didn’t really like the other ones, anyway, because this is it. I saw my whole future in that house. A dear friend saw it with me and said, in all seriousness «give.them.all.your.money.» But Delfin knows I’m not made of money, and helped me figure out the best way to secure the home. It was hard, and I thought I’d lost it, but With Delfin’s excellent communication skills, and the sweet nature of the previous homeowners, a house-​buying miracle happened.
I’m exhausted reliving it. At the end of the day, with all the tales of home sadness and woe around me, I can’t believe it really happened. But everytime I go home to my dog chasing bluebirds in the yard, and think of how my dad will react to the house («oh WOW my Dej!»), I telepathically thank Delfin for doing such an amazing job.