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Benner Musings – SamBenner.com – REALTOR – Keller Williams Real Estate

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  • Why You Need to Get Off the Fence

    Why You Need to Get Off the Fence

    Ah, the white picket fence.  Commonly used to encapsulate the American Dream of home ownership.  Kids playing in the front yard, parents embracing, you know…the whole big thing.

    Lately though I’ve been noticing the fence more as a place to sit on when it comes to real estate decision making.  I get it.  It has been an incredible run of low interest rates and rising home values and we’ve deserved it after some trying times almost a decade ago.  With some things changing in recent months it has made it a little more difficult for people to know what is best for them and up on the fence they go.

    Let’s be honest, a fence isn’t a very comfortable place to sit…especially a white picket one.  Let’s talk about what’s going on in the market right now and help you get your feet back on the ground and moving in the direction you want to go.

    What a start to 2018 eh?  The Thomas Fire has effected us deeply in so many ways locally and there have been some global shifts that also have begun to dictate that 2018 will be a year of change.

    So, what do we know so far?

    • Inventory is low
    • Interest rates are rising
    • Getting harder to qualify for a loan
    • Very competitive, multiple offer situations

    What should this tell you?  The time to strike is here.

    Sellers, time to capitalize.

    Chances are if you bought your property pre-2008 or post-2008 you are sitting on a decent chunk of equity to cash in on.  If you’re happy where you are at and don’t need to upsize or downsize in the next 7-10 years then feel free to stay put.  However, if you see your living situation changing in that time period this would be the ideal time to cash in on your investment and leverage that equity on your next property.

    Buyers, time to get in while the gettin’ is good.

    With interest rates climbing the amount of house you can afford dwindles.  Every tick of percent up jacks up your monthly payment and potentially prices you out of the type of home you really want.  This is never fun news for me to have to deliver.  With prices potentially settling a bit and interest rates still at historic lows, this is a great time to get in and get the house you really want rather than settling for something that doesn’t hit all your wants and needs later on.

    Fences are for bordering property, not sitting.  I’m always here to help.

     

  • Feels Like the First Time: Realizing the American Dream

    Feels Like the First Time: Realizing the American Dream

    On Election Day, I’m reminded of one key feature that makes our country what it is.  The American Dream.  Life should be better for everyone, because of the opportunity our country gives us, not our social status.

    There is no clearer realization of the American Dream than home ownership.  If you work hard, are good to your community, and are responsible with your money you can achieve it.  As a REALTOR® I can’t think of a more rewarding experience than helping my clients achieve this for the first time.

    Even better?  Helping longtime friends.

    Think about every great moment in your life.  The really special memories that you flash back to on occasion.  Usually they are triggered by a song, a location, or seeing your children about to embark on that same moment in time.

    Now really think about it.  Was one of your friends there with you?  Dollars to doughnuts, I bet they were.  I’ve been very fortunate to have great friends by my side at some of the best moments of our lives.  I’m honored they chose me to be by their side when buying their first home.

    Is it easy to bite off your piece of the American Dream?  Absolutely not.  Is it possible?  Without a single doubt if you believe and fight for it like these two amazing couples did.

    The Duffys: The Believers

    A few years ago I’m in the lobby of the Morgan Stanley Tower in Oxnard waiting for the elevator to take me up to the top floor.  Awaiting me are a few dozen wedding guests and two of my best friends in the world, Peter Duffy and Karen Cortes.  A few months prior, knowing my love of public speaking and love of them, they had asked me to officiate their wedding.  I was honored and then immediately filled with doubt that I could do their love justice.  Coincidentally, a few years later, Peter and Karen would have their own doubts about being able to qualify for their first home.  They were quick to comfort me about my officiating skills, just like I would for them about buying a home.  Fortunately enough, both big days worked out perfectly.

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    I met Peter completely by chance.  At the time both of us had just started our own companies and did what most budding entrepreneurs do – we joined the Ventura Chamber of Commerce.  Then Chamber CEO Sandra Burkhart saw the two of us at good candidates to help form a new young professionals group called YPG.  The first meeting was a little free flowing and both Peter and I were ping ponging grandiose ideas back and forth like crazy.  I had to get to know this guy.

    Before I knew it we were launching events for the Chamber (some with fire, some without), built a marketing seminar series from scratch (complete with tented parking lot afterparty, of course), and we somehow navigated through tens of 1000s of people to get to our favorite artists performing on the Empire Polo Fields at Coachella.

    Karen is truly an inspiration.  She is the embodiment of the American Dream.  Her family came to America seeking greater opportunity for Karen and her siblings.  She seized that opportunity with both hands and has not let go.  It has been an honor seeing her grow in all aspects of her life, not taking anything for granted along the way.

    Earlier this year I get a call from Peter and he tells me, “Sam, I think we are ready.”  Knowing how hard he and Karen had worked over the last couple of years to make this a reality I quickly replied, “You ARE ready!”.

    Both of them with stacks of papers in hand, sat across from their lender and plead their case.  Pay stubs?  Sure.  Tax returns?  Got ’em.  Down payment saved?  You know this.  Student loans?  Duh!

    Like many first time homebuyers both were quick to assume that their eyes were bigger than their stomachs and they wouldn’t be able to qualify for a home in the price range they wanted.  Guess what?  Because they had worked so hard to save money, keep detailed records, and service debts they were pre-approved and in the amount they wanted.  It was time to admit to themselves that they were worthy of home ownership, just like I had to accept I was worthy of marrying these two lovebirds.  They believed in themselves.

    We wrote offers on a couple properties, losing out on both to other buyers.  It’s hard to get committed to a property, put all your eggs in that basket, only to hear that someone else got it.  They were discouraged, but didn’t lose their drive.   Soon thereafter we found a fantastic home in a great neighborhood with great schools for their two beautiful children.

    45 days later the escrow closed and we enjoyed pizza, music, and watching their kids play in their new, grassy backyard.

    American Dream, believed in.  American Dream, realized.

    The Quillans: The Fighters

    Danielle Quillan pulled me aside at a social gathering a year ago and said, “Sam, we are saving for a house and we want to work with you”.  Nothing warms my heart more than hearing those words, but it was a culmination of a shared past coming to fruition.  Her husband Jason, Danielle, and I all entered the community sector around the same time.  We sought refuge from growing pains and challenges together, usually as Sans Souci Cocktail Lounge.  It was there that we encouraged each other, shared some much needed laughter, and found the courage to ‘get back out there’.  Little did we know then that scrappy, character building time would be called upon again during their home buying experience.

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    After months of saving, Jason and Danielle reached out to me and said they were ready to purchase a home.  Being the incredible planners they are, they came to me well-informed, prepared, and with a very specific vision of what they wanted their first home to be.  This should be a smooth one right?  Wrong.

    The property they chose was a short sale.  In other words, the seller had decided to work with the bank to sell their home and get out of financial trouble.  As you might imagine adding a financial institution (in this case two, but we will get to that later) as party to a transaction you are asking for things to get a bit more complicated.  Jason and Danielle jumped in head first.

    Everything went well, right up until closing day.  Come to find out that there was another lender who was on title to the home and that lender and the bank had to battle it out for how much each would be paid as a result of the sale.  We aren’t talking about two friends arguing over the dinner check, this was two large financial institutions who wanted their money.  This was going to take a while.

    This would have been the perfect and understandable opportunity for Jason and Danielle to call it quits.  How could someone make such a mistake?  How can they extend our living situation indefinitely not knowing for sure that the two parties will come to an agreement?  Facing the unknown they stayed in the deal and a few weeks later I gave them the keys to their first home together.  Yeah, we had to help the seller pack her belongings and help her find her feral cats, but nothing could dampen the Quillans spirits at that point, they were homeowners.

    Rocky Balboa said it best.  “It ain’t about how about hard you hit.  It’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward.”

    American Dream, fought for.  American Dream, realized.

    Living the Dream

    Regardless of how the election turns out, regardless of your party affiliation I firmly believe the American Dream is in tact and will continue for generations to come as long as there are families like the Duffys and the Quillans willing to make it come true.  If you have similar aspirations I would be happy to help make it as sweet as possible.  Contact me today.

  • Working From Gratitude

    Working From Gratitude

    Gratitude.  It’s something we all should work from.

    I’m still reeling from our company’s Inspiration Awards Brunch yesterday.  I couldn’t help but feel the energy in the room of my peers as the award winners were announced.  I’m two years in to this career and certainly did not expect to win an award, especially since we have so many talented agents in our roster.

    Sure enough it happened.

    The #7 Top Individual Agent for our Oxnard office is…Sam Benner.

    I tried to play it cool, but on the inside I was overcome with excitement.  I made my way to the front of room, snapped a picture with our Team Leader, and looked back at my colleagues in the room.  I felt every smile, thumbs up, and cheer like a cool breeze on a hot Summer afternoon.  Yes, it was pretty darn cool.

    It would have been very easy to have my head suddenly grow in size and commence in a furious self back patting session.  Surprisingly that didn’t happen.  Even though I attentively listened and celebrated the top agents ahead of me that received their awards, my mind wandered in the brief moments in between to the people that made this award possible.  Flashes of triumph over tragedy, inspiration through perspiration, and true love came over me.

    My Mom

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    I may be my mom’s son, but I’m certainly not the only person she’s helped on life’s journey.  I’m simply very lucky that I have a direct line to her attention, an attention that doesn’t begin and end with the school year.  She’s given her life to the education of young people with many years as a teacher and now as a principal.  Her story is still being written, but there are some chapters that are etched in my every day life that push me beyond measure.  She lost her husband, my father, to a heart attack almost 20 years ago.  Our family makeup was instantly redefined.

    Tough times don’t last, tough people do.

    There were tough days, painful holidays, and tender moments of hope those first few years after he passed.  Every morning, however, whether she slept or not she got out of bed, got in her teacher uniform and hit the classroom.

    When things got hard she’d go out to the garage where the washer and dryer was, put her hands on each side of the washer, lean in, and look up at a poster that hung on the wall above.  The poster was a frog that was being swallowed up by a bird.  The frog refusing to go quietly into that digestive system has its hands firmly around the bird’s neck, squeezing the life out of the bird trying to eat him.  The caption above the photo reads, ‘Never Give Up’.  Literally words to live by.  Words she has shared with me many times to keep me going through many life challenges.  She is and always will be what it means to be a rock.  An exemplary example of how to overcome the challenges life throws at you, even when you feel like you are being swallowed whole.  Thank you Mom.

    My Coach

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    I am one of thousands of local kids who have been lucky to be under the tutelage of Jon Mack.  Yes, he’s a football coach and well known throughout the community as having one of the greatest football minds this area has ever seen, but he is so much more than that.  I’ll never forget meeting him as an 8th grader and thinking instantly, ‘I want to play for that guy’.

    St. Bonaventure High School Football in the early 90s was not the well known powerhouse program it has come to be over the last couple of decades.  Many of my fellow Pop Warner teammates were going to Buena and thought I was throwing my promising football career away at a place where no one would see me play.  At our meeting he pulled me aside from the crowd of prospective students at Open House Day and said, ‘Sam, I think I can build a team around you and you will get a great education in the process’.  It was a match made in Heaven.

    As the mind perceives, the body achieves.

    After many battles on the football field together I was fortunate to have the attention of college football recruiters from around the country and it came time for the combine.  My mom, dad, sister and yes, Coach Mack piled into the car and heading down to Oceanside High School.

    A combine tests you on many athletic standards like the vertical jump, shuttle run, and the 40 yard dash.  I quickly knocked the first two out of the park, but the 40 yard dash was going to be my make it or break it moment.  For a defensive end in Division 1 you had to run it under 5 seconds, period.  I had done it a few times during training, but certainly not every time so my confidence was a little shaky and being a 17 year old pup on this grand of a stage my negative thoughts were getting the best of me.

    You get two tries and they take your best time so I had no margin for error, no step could go off line.  We are talking about tenths of a second here.  I lined up for my first attempt, put my hand down to the grass, and took off like a freight train.  Feeling pretty confident from my other two events I lined up at the starting line, exploded off of it like a freight train.  The multitude of officials yell out your times.  5 flat.  5.01.  5 flat.  5.02.  ‘Crap’, I thought.

    Coach Mack saw the gloom come over my face and ran over to me as I made my way back to the starting line for my 2nd attempt.  ‘Sammy’, he called me that, ‘you are going to run a sub 5 40 right now.  You are going to do it.  Stop thinking you can’t.  Don’t look up when you go down in your stance.  Keep your head down, take a deep breath, drive your arm through, and explode off the line.  You are going to win a Division 1 scholarship right now.’

    He broke through right at that moment.  I went from being an unsure kid who didn’t think he deserved to be in that group of promising young athletes, to a young man who was there to get what was his.  My mind wasn’t in the way anymore, it was in the driver’s seat.

    I lined up, put my body in the right position, and instead of exploding off the line it almost felt like the world went into slow motion.  I thought about every step, heard the wind whistle in my ears, felt the grass kick up against the back of my legs.

    I motored down and quickly turned around to hear the officials yell out my times.  4.93!  4.94!  4.9!  I did it.

    There have been many more times in my life since where I had to overcome an obstacle.  Guess who’s voice I hear?  Yep, it’s Coach Mack out on that field saying ‘you are going to do it’, my mindset shifts, and I get through it.  Thank you Coach.

    My Wife

     

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    I know I don’t see myself the way my wife does.  She looks at me like popcorn in the pan, ready to pop at any moment, even when I’m feeling like those discarded kernels that never do.

    I’ll never forget meeting her for the first time.  She’s electric.  Her eyes draw you in and her smile and laugh are infectious.  Safe to say she had my attention from the start.  When we first took up together it was apparent to me immediately that she wasn’t a ‘yes woman’.  She pushes me.

    It’s time for you to be a REALTOR® honey.

    My first real job was working for First American Title as a sales representative (coincidentally where my wife and I met) where I successfully built out 2 sales territories, and then the market crashed.  ‘Maybe you’d should be a real estate agent babe, you’d be so good at it’.  ‘No, I don’t think so,’ I’d reply.

    I then went on to help build an online marketing company for small businesses.  I worked on some amazing projects, co-founded an business seminar and networking event, and was invited to speak all over the state to speak about marketing.  I loved it, but there was still something missing.  I’d get discouraged, figure out another revenue stream which was met with great support from my wife, however she would again throw out there, ‘maybe it’s time to get your real estate license’?  I didn’t know that an incredible opportunity was just around the corner.

    It was Thanksgiving Dinner three years ago that a breakthrough happened.  My aunt, who happens to be a real estate broker, and I chatted about life as we often do.  My aunt shared with me the challenges and the amazing potential that career has given her and the other agents in her care.  It wasn’t new information, but I suddenly flashed to all the conversations my wife and I had about this very topic, instantly realizing how right she had been.

    Stuffed with turkey and new hope my wife and I laid down in bed together and instead of ‘I told you so’ she said ‘it’s time’.  I signed up for real estate classes the next morning, Black Friday.  And just like the many shoppers out there that day, I had my face pressed against the glass of my real estate career whispering, ‘open, open, open’.  I had found my calling.

    My wife didn’t stop pushing me to be successful, even though it took me a while to come around.  She kept the heat on, moved the pan around, and waited for me pop at the right moment.  My real estate career has not been without challenge, but it sure is amazing to live a life with her, with extra butter, about to watch a movie of our bright future ahead.  Thank you Honey.

    My Clients

    Would I have been #7 without you?  Absolutely not.  I can be the greatest agent in all the land, but if no one would place their trust in me I wouldn’t be called to front of a room to accept an award.  Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for bringing me in to your lives and allowing me the opportunity to work with you to achieve your real estate goals.  I think of each of you often and take a moment each day to appreciate what a big deal that is.  Thank you Clients.

    If I can be of any help to you, your family, friends, or colleagues, I’m here and I’m grateful.

  • My Rose Bowl Experience

    My Rose Bowl Experience

    And here comes the Stanford Cardinal!

    To this day I still hear the stadium announcer’s words echoing in the tunnel as my teammates and I took the field at the Rose Bowl on the first day of 2000.  My family and friends along with tens of thousands in the stadium erupting in support.  I remember thinking to myself, “Sam, make sure you take a moment to soak this all in.”.  Although the outcome wasn’t what I wanted, we lost 17-9, it was one of the greatest moments of my life, a culmination of years of hard work and dedication that has connected me to my alma mater and teammates for years to come.

    Can’t think of a better group of men I could have lined up with. We’re classic man. #stanford #defensiveends #tbt

    A photo posted by Sam Benner (@sambenner.realtor) on

    I’m intentionally humble about my experience at the Rose Bowl.  It always sounds so self serving when I talk about it with new people I meet or catching up with old friends and colleagues this time of year.  My wife, whom I met after my playing days, is, very lovingly, the first person to make sure you are aware that I was out there on that field on New Year’s Day.  She’s so proud of me and deep down, I guess I am too.  More importantly it has helped me to remember the enormity of that accomplishment and motivated me to continue to dream big, even when the numbers tell you otherwise. So when this year’s Stanford Football team made its run to the Rose Bowl there was no possible way I would miss an opportunity to share in that experience again.  This time, with my entire family in tow.

    Getting There

    I have followed my alma mater’s football program with great interest ever since I graduated from the Farm, but you had the feeling that this year would be extra special.  After a disappointing loss to Northwestern in the season opener many college football fans had written off Stanford’s chances to stand alongside the other elite teams in the nation.  I however, was reminded of another Stanford team, back in 1999 that also had their pride kicked in at Week 1.  I’ll never forget walking off the field at the University of Texas and seeing the scoreboard read Texas 69, Stanford 17.  It would have been very easy to throw in the towel at that point and give up any hope of playing in any bowl game at all, but something else happened.  The painful loss actually brought us closer together, made us even more focused on our goals to play on New Year’s Day.  So when asked about Stanford’s chances this year after the Northwestern loss it very easy for me to say that Stanford was still a team to watch out for and boy they did not disappoint.

    They went on a quite a tear after that first loss, beating top ranked teams along the way and other than a tough loss to Oregon, won the Pacific 12 Conference Championship and an invite to Granddaddy of Them All.

    Pre-Game

    Attending this blessed event was a no brainer and fortunately for me the alumni network of Stanford is second to none.  They secured an allotment of tickets and rolled out a tailgate that would bring any of the grill masters from Discovery’s BBQ Pitmasters to their knees.  Needless to say the Benner Family was coming in hot. My wife would finally have the opportunity to experience for herself what she had shared with anyone willing to listen, my mom would get to relive the historic moment for our family, and my son would get to see what his dad had done 16 short years ago. Pulling up the field in your own car vs. bus full of teammates was different but the butterflies sure arrived on schedule.  I had no intention of strapping on my shoulderpads and wrapping up Ron Dayne, but nobody reported that information the hairs on the back of my neck whom were standing at full attention.

    Our first order of business?  Purchasing Stanford Rose Bowl swag of course!  My son went with a t-shirt, my wife a scarf, and I went with the $85 hoodie (they charge and extra $5 for the XXL by the way).  Note my son’s #nerdnation glasses, a must for any Stanford fan looking to make a stylish, yet passive/aggressive statement that we are smarter than you.

     

    Nerrrrrrrrds! #nerdnation

     

    A photo posted by Sam Benner (@sambenner.realtor) on

    With swag in hand we moved on to the alumni tailgate which was full of amazing food, old friends, and Stanford Cardinal faithful as far as the eye could see.  After filling ourselves with everything from hot links to brownie bites we decided to head over to the ‘fun zone’, an area for the young and young at heart to do football inspired activities.  My son was eager to do the one where you race through blocking dummies to score a ‘touchdown’.  No formidable competitors were available at that moment so I thought I’d throw my hat in the ring and have a little father/son matchup for the ages.  Everything was going fine until I weaved around the last dummy where my foot slipped and caused me to rip a huge hole in the front of my jeans.  We aren’t talking about a small rip here, we are talking about a Texas sized 69-17 rip from waist to the lower part of my thigh.  Guess what came in handy at that point?  My wife’s new Stanford scarf.  Strategically placed it covered the large chasm in my denim, while still letting just enough of the brisk Pasadena air in. Problem solved. It was time to go to the stadium.  

    Game Time

    Many of the college football analysts put Iowa and Stanford as a great matchup.  Iowa’s only loss was in their conference championship.  When asked I said it was most likely going to be a battle of wills and whoever won the battle of the trenches would get the win.

    Then the first play from scrimmage happened.

    #WildCaff #GoStanford @c_mccaffrey A photo posted by Stanford Football (@stanfordfball) on


    75-yard touchdown pass to Heisman Trophy runner-up McCaffrey who then ran a punt back for a touchdown.  5th year senior QB Kevin Hogan scores from 8 yards out.  Freshman Quenton Meeks runs back an interception for a touchdown.  Stanford didn’t let up from there and after three quarters of football the scoreboard read 38-0.  Our hands stung from the thousands of high-fives we shared with our stadiummates, our throats horse from the screams of elation big play after big play.

    My favorite moment came from Stanford’s last offensive play from scrimmage.  The old man, Kevin Hogan, throws a 42-yard bomb for a touchdown.  It only seemed appropriate that the Cardinal field general’s last pass would be for six.

    The clock ran out my son put his arms around me and gave me a huge hug.  “We won Dad,” he whispered.  And just like that, we headed home full of new Rose Bowl memories, the perfect companion to the old ones.

    And that’s the game. #rosebowl   A photo posted by Sam Benner (@sambenner.realtor) on

     

  • Ventura County Real Estate Market: What the Heck is Going On?

    Ventura County Real Estate Market: What the Heck is Going On?

    I feel a change comin’ on. – Bob Dylan

    Just like the wind that’s blowing across Ventura County right now, the real estate market is moving in a new direction. Here’s what I’m seeing.

    Prices Have Leveled Off

    For some time it has been a very strong seller’s market. When pricing homes you could look at the last handful of sales in a neighborhood and tack a few tens of thousands and just like that, you’d have buyers fighting over it and you’d be in escrow before you could say “equity”.

    The last couple of months we’ve started to see a flurry of price reductions and sold values under the asking price. The buyers who used to be fighting over properties are now being romanced like a reality dating show with sellers hoping they receive the final rose.

    Requests for Repairs are Being Answered

    During the escrow process the property goes through inspections. The inspections identify issues the home might have and so the buyers can make an informed decision on whether or not the home meets their needs. It is also an opportunity for the buyers to ask the sellers to repair items they feel are important before the sale goes through.

    Having been on both sides of this process many times I remember this process going very differently a few months ago. I would caution buyers to be very careful in what they requested, focusing on only health and safety issues, because anything more than that could potentially upset the seller and put the home back on the market and back to the drove of buyers waiting in the wings.

    Sellers are now finding themselves put in a difficult position now because those droves of buyers don’t seem to be there right now. Because of that the laundry list of repairs doesn’t seem so ‘out of bounds’. Depending on the seller’s motivation they are more willing to hear the buyers out and in the process accept more of the repairs as part of the cost of doing business in today’s market.

    New Regulations are Protecting the Buyer

    TRID is here and long story short, it requires a new disclosure being presented to the buyer from their lender that outlines all costs of the sale much earlier in the transaction than before. This is a good thing, but does present a challenge to sellers to provide information in a more timely manner and can add days or sometimes weeks to a transaction when not executed correctly.

    Interest Rates Continue to Be at Historic Lows

    Money continues to be cheap and it looks like it will stay that way until the end of the year. We are in rare air here as there has not been a better time in some time to purchase a home at a great price and not have to pay through the nose to get it.

    So What Does This All Mean?

    You guessed it, we are in a buyer’s market. So if you have been on the fence about buying it’s time to come down and start looking.

    Should sellers run and hide? Absolutely not. Ventura County continues to rank highly as a great place to live and continues to be in high demand. Can you list your home for $5o,000 over what the last home in your neighborhood sold for? No, but if you price your home right and repair the loose odds and ends to alleviate any doubt in a buyer’s mind you can also strike while the iron is hot.

    Need a Navigator in All of This?

    Of course, I’m here to help you on whichever side of the ball you find yourself. If you are looking to buy please go to my website at www.sambenner.com and feel free to search among many great deals out there right now. If thinking of selling go to www.venturacountyhomevalue.com and instantly find out what has sold recently in your neighborhood, no questions asked.

  • 4 Ways the Ventura County Fair is Just Like Searching for a Home

    4 Ways the Ventura County Fair is Just Like Searching for a Home

    Ok, call me crazy but on the eve of the opening day of the Ventura County Fair I couldn’t help but draw direct comparisons to the home searching experience these days for home buyers.  Now before you completely dismiss the idea and head out to shotgun funnel cakes, humor me for a minute and check out this list of 5 ways the Ventura County Fair is just like searching for a home.

    1. I’m Just Here for the Donuts

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    Image courtesy of Visit Ventura http://www.facebook.com/visitventura

    The amazing donut machine has been thrilling audiences for generations.  How fun is it to watch those little doughy guys take a voyage from fryer, to sugar, and eventually our taste buds?  A damn good time is what it is!  This usually is our family’s first stop and common meeting place if we get separated.  Meet me at the donuts would make a great Fair slogan one day. The truth is that I have said this as we are walking in.  ‘Let’s just do donuts today kids and we’ll come back another day when we have more time’.  Little did I know that I had completely cursed myself and hours later as I’m dragging myself out of the fairgrounds I realize that I have no intention of just getting donuts, I really wanted the complete Fair experience right then.

    I can’t tell you how often this has happened with buyers I’ve worked with.  Of course in the beginning of the home buying process they just want to ‘look around’ and ‘get a feel of the market’ before making a purchase – taste ‘the donuts’ so to speak. However, when the right property at the right moment comes up I can’t write the offer fast enough and before I know it my clients and I are in escrow aka riding the Zipper, white knuckling as it goes around for the 8th time, glad that we didn’t just settle for donuts.

    2. How Can I Choose?: An Ode to Fair Food

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    Every year as I approach the expansive food court of the Ventura County Fair I go through the five stages of the Fair food experience.

    • The first, excitement.  “I’m going to eat like there is no tomorrow”.
    • Second, anxiety.  “Wow, there are so many choices.”
    • Third, complete terror.  “Where do I begin?  Corn? Corn dogs? Deep Fried Oreos? No! You’re better than that Benner!”
    • Fourth, of course, immense pain. “Why did I eat so much?”
    • Fifth, relief.  “I came, I ate, I conquered.”

    The home searching experience is no different, I tell you:

    • First, you start clicking around on Zillow and Trulia, enjoying zooming around the map and feeling pretty good about yourself.
    • Second, you start to feel overwhelmed as you see homes flying off the shelves or realizing they are not even for sale anymore.
    • Third, you push your laptop or set your phone down in disgust, telling yourself there is no way you can do this.
    • Fourth, you curse this American Dream feeling you have and vow to never feel the burn to buy property again
    • And finally, you find ‘the one’, close escrow, and sip champagne when you’re thirsty.

     

    3. Always Playing Games

    High_StrikerI believe it is called the Midway, the section of the Ventura County Fair reserved for the carnival games  They are bright, loud, and stocked with stuffed animals as far as the eye can see.  My kids are drawn to this area like a magnet and of course they feel that an 8-foot gorilla would totally tie their room together.

    Now being 6’5″ and 300 pounds it is difficult for me to slither by the games area without being cat called by their smooth-talking operators and boy do they turn it on.  All the classics are here, Ring Toss, Spill the Milk, and of course, the High Striker or Strong Man game.  That’s the one they always get me on and 30 minutes and $40 dollars later I’m in negotiations to trade my 2 prizes for 1 shot at the gorilla.  Am I having fun yet?

    It is easy to feel swindled as you look for homes too.  Pictures can be deceiving, neighborhood doesn’t work, and most of all you don’t want to be talked into buying something.  Rather than get discouraged however, chalk it up to the experience and remember that if you stick to it and stick it out, you’ll find your dream home and of course, be a big winner.

    4. Sticker Shock

    Every year I think I get enough money out to cover the admission, the food, the tickets, the parking…all of it.  And, every year I fail miserably.  All those rides on the Ferris wheel just cost more than you think. Ferris Wheel A common complaint is that the Fair is too expensive, but for some reason we all still go.  Yes it is pretty good hit to the pocketbook for a family of 4 to do the Fair right, but is the value there?  Absolutely.  We always have a blast and leave with big smiles on our faces.  I think about how big of an operation it is to put on the Ventura County Fair.  Coordinating something of this magnitude is not going to be cheap and I’m happy to pay for the professionals that work tirelessly to make my Fair experience the best it can be.  If my money contributes to being able to see Salt N’ Pepa push it good, let’s be honest, it’s worth every penny.

    Home buyers feel the same way when they start to look around and see the prices here in Ventura County, especially those coming in from other areas.  “Sam, that house is HOW much?” is a common reaction when I finally reveal the price.  But just like the justification you make to yourself as you exit the Fair happy, full and satisfied, there is incredible value to living here.  The weather is amazing, the beach is right here, and the lifestyle being offered is second to none.  Is that worth more money in the long run?  I sure think so.

    Now Go Have Fun, You Crazy Kids!

    Enjoy the Ventura County Fair and if you see me anywhere near the High Striker/Strong Man game please remove me from it.

    All the Ventura County Fair info can be found here.

    If you need any help with searching for a home afterwards, give me a call.

  • Let Love Rule: Marriage Equality

    Let Love Rule: Marriage Equality

    I’m very proud to be an American today.

    With a 5-4 vote the Supreme Court has ruled that same-sex marriage is now legal and just like that, history is made.  Now everyone, regardless of their color, creed, or sexual orientation can truly realize the American Dream, not just parts of it.

    Justice Anthony M. Kennedy writes, “No union is more profound than marriage, for it embodies the highest ideals of love, fidelity, devotion, sacrifice, and family.  In forming a marital union, two people become something greater than they once were.”

    Did you see that word ‘people’?  I sure did.  Doesn’t say straight people or gay people, just people.

    Yes American ‘people’, please meet someone, fall in love, get married, have children, grow old together, and seek the fulfillment sharing your life with someone brings because today, your Supreme Court finally got it right.

    I’m very proud to be a friend today.

    I don’t think this radically changes how many of my gay friends will live their lives on a daily basis.  I’ve been very blessed to be surrounded by some amazing gay people.  Friends that have allowed me to share in some of their biggest life moments including one I’m especially excited about, being the godfather of their son.  These moments started long before today and didn’t need anyone’s approval.  Together we’ve experienced the same ups and downs, the same struggles, the same reward.  I’m happy for all of you, but I know your lives are much more than one Supreme Court ruling.

     

    I’m very proud to be a husband today.

    53120007When I met my wife over a dozen years ago and I got to look into her pretty green eyes the rest of the world disappeared.  She had a child from another relationship and I can recall people questioning my decision to court her.  A blended family isn’t exactly how society would draw it up, but that didn’t matter to us.  For us, it was just right and 9 years later we are still making history.

    The ruling today cements that no matter what order, method, or person you fall in love with, you can.  And if that love becomes marriage, then go get married and enjoy the benefits a union recognized by this country brings.

    Seems ridiculously simple, but I feel more grounded in my marriage today than I ever have, because I don’t feel like it is some exclusive venture rather something all of us can enjoy as freely as a Summer day.

     

    I’m very proud to be a father today.

    My first text this morning was to my daughter.  ‘Supreme court voted for marriage equality today!’  Her reply, ‘That’s awesome!!!!!!!!!!!’.  It’s moments like these that make me optimistic that even though our country can still experience great tragedy due to bigotry and racism, there is still hope for the future if we teach our kids to be tolerant.  Both my son and daughter are a fortunate lot surrounded by people of all walks of life, color, creed, and sexual orientation because that is who my wife and I want to be around.  They don’t fear different, they embrace it.  My wish is today’s ruling will inspire more mothers and fathers to encourage their children to stand up for what’s right and support those who need our help regardless of where their from or who they choose to love.

    Lenny couldn’t have said it any better.  ‘We gotta to let love rule’.

  • Is Now the Time to Buy?

    Is Now the Time to Buy?

    Any real estate agent worth their salt has been asked this question by many a client and the right answer can be elusive.  The truth is the answer is individual.  My time to buy is going to be different than my sister’s time to buy.  Crunching data and reading real estate market trends online will not drive your decision to purchase, your events going on in your life will.  Now the Donald Trumps of the world will have something different to say about that as they build their real estate portfolios by the minute, but that’s not who is asking me is now the time to buy.  I’m being asked by the single moms, the newlyweds, the empty-nesters, and the retirees.  In their mind a home is not just a pawn in a large scale investment strategy, it is rather the place they will buy and hold, at least until the next life event happens.  For those of you in who live in this world, here is your answer.  If the timing is right for you.

    As things swing up, swing down and they will and they always have, one thing remains constant.  Your life will move on, needs will change, things outside of your control will happen.  When you choose to buy home will reflect that state of consistent change.  Sure, its fun to be on the time table that lines up with downturn when you buy and the upswing when you sell, but that isn’t what’s its all about is it?

    Thankfully, I had the pleasure of working with two hard working, kind-hearted people that reminded me that timing is everything.

    My Time with the Edelsons

    time to buyThis adorable couple, recently married, comes into my office with the blinding glow of eagerness and enthusiasm that you’d expect from a first time homebuyer.  Both of them express how excited they were to get out and look at homes, learn about market conditions, and of course, could not take their eyes off each other the whole time.  When I asked them how soon they wanted to move, they took their eyes off of each other for a moment and said, ‘that depends on….’.  The long pause gave me ample time to realize they were thinking about having children.  I held up my hand as to say ‘I’m with you’ and proceeded to ask them a few questions.  By the end of the conversation they thought they would buy something small, just for them, and postpone having children until they could move up and keep this small place as an investment property.  Smart, I thought, these young kids thinking about the big picture like that.

    In the coming weeks we looked at condos and townhomes and finally made an offer on one.  We wrote a strong offer, only to be outmatched by an investor with deeper pockets and the couple was heartbroken.  We found another great property, a single family house in fact, again missing the mark by only a few thousand dollars.

    A Wrinkle in Time

    Against our original discussions the couple looked into other areas, ones that could give them a little more bang for the buck and boy did it bang.  A gorgeous completely turn-key home was available and in their budget complete with man cave potential and a backyard that screamed margarita machine.  Suddenly I sensed a shift from that ‘something small, investment property’ discussion and literally felt chills when they said, ‘get this one for us Sam’.

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    Only on the market for 72 hours there were already 5 other offers so there was no playing around.  I wrote the cover letter of my life and the sellers fell in love with my clients just as much as I had.  The offer was accepted and we closed 30 days later.

    At the housewarming party, my observations that long terms plans had shifted were confirmed when the husband pulled me aside in his newly acquired man cave to reveal that they were expecting a baby.

    Chalk It Up to Good Timing

    As much as you want to strategize and analyze the market, sometimes real estate just comes down to good timing lining up with the right property.  Yes, buying low and selling high is ideal but for most of us life events will drive the decision.  Yes, big life events don’t make themselves into a compelling chart or statistical data to debate over, but if you are thinking about a big life change coming your way whether it be marriage, babies, children moving out, job relocation or downsizing, it is those events that will tell you if the timing is right.  Everything else is just noise, noise not worth listening to.

    Is Good Timing Upon You?

    Is there some advantage to moving forward today?  Interest rates are low right now.  It is difficult to forecast what rates will do in the coming months and years, but for right now they are low which can allow you to afford more home for less money.  If you’d like to speak to me about if the timing is right for you, please don’t hesitate to contact me.

     

  • Don’t Forget Thanksgiving

    Don’t Forget Thanksgiving

    Poor, poor Thanksgiving.  Tossed aside for the retail juggernaut that is Christmas.  Nothing against Christmas, it is a fun time of year as well but could we just not pass by Thanksgiving like it is not the glorious food and family filled holiday that it is?

    One can argue that Thanksgiving doesn’t create the stir in the retail marketplace the way that Christmas does.  Unless you are a supermarket, bakery, restaurant, or gravy boat designer you might not be as motivated to decorate your place of business in the autumn-themed trappings that only Thanksgiving can bring.  Does that qualify you to just pass it over like it never happened though?  No, no, no.

    So, here is my humble, yet passionate attempt to keep Thanksgiving in its rightful place at the holiday table.  I would like to share a bit of family nostalgia that comes to mind whenever I see Santa in a shopping mall mid-November.  And maybe, just maybe for one moment you too will remember not to forget Thanksgiving.

    How We Did Thanksgiving

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    My grandfather Kendall McCleery and grandmother Doris McCleery looking dapper.

    When I was a kid we always went to my grandparents’ house in the Ventura Keys on Thanksgiving.  It was there that my mom, dad, sister and I collided with the rest of our extended brood.  My mom, one of 7 children, at arrival would pull me alongside of her as she greeted each of my aunts, uncles, and multiplying cousins that filled the entire first level of that boat dock home.  It was then that she kicked into full gear, leaving me in the company of my cousins and Pepsi on the rocks, entered the kitchen with her mom and sisters who then began to create another Thanksgiving masterpiece.

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    That’s me, 3rd from the left in the back row.  My sister, far right on the bottom row, giving a look of pure joy.

    Food for Days

    The house filled with relatives, the ovens warmed up and before I knew it you couldn’t see any portion of the kitchen counter now supporting platters heavy with mashed potatoes, macaroni and cheese, and my mother’s signature Jello mold (commonly referred to in our family affectionately as ‘nuts and sh*t’).  Dinner was served.

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    My mom and grandmother enjoying the quiet before the storm.

    Everyone piled their plates high and then sat down at their appropriate tables.  The main table in the dining room quickly filled with aunts and uncles, the rest of us children banished to the family room and entry way with our plates and glasses carefully balanced on wobbly card tables.  The constant hum of conversation as the meal was prepared now gave way to a satisfied silence as we all engulfed ourselves.

    The Magic Moments

    It was when the meal was over that Thanksgiving really took shape.  This was what made each year different and definitely memorable.  The post-meal gabfest would go for hours, each family member taking their chance to entertain the well fed crows with the stories of the months prior and hilarity ensued.  There were crescendos of room filling belly laughter and brief, thoughtful pauses for abdominal and cheek muscle relief allowing for just enough time for the next family jester to take the stand.

    Many years the upstairs great room quickly converted into a discotheque where many-a-family-member got down with their bad selves.  We may have just eaten turkey but we were dancing ‘Like a Pony’ just like Billy Idol told us to.

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    My aunts always knew how to cut a rug, even orange shag.

    Then, almost in unison, everyone grabbed their plates brought them to the kitchen and started to mentally prepare themselves for the last challenge of the evening.  Dessert.  What better way to bring this sweet calamity of family, flavor, and full bellies but to contemplate the sheer will one must possess to eat more after the huge meal we just enjoyed.  Thankfully, room in my stomach suddenly appeared and I was able to make a strong showing using my ‘one of each’ method I still use today.

    Don’t Forget Thanksgiving

    So when you are driving through the Collection, walking along in the Pacific View Mall already adorn with Christmas decorations before any turkey has been carved, remember your Thanksgiving moments and give Turkey Day the credit is deserves.  A holiday we celebrate by eating, talking, and laughing not buying, competing, and regretting.  Don’t get me wrong, I love Christmas, but it can wait until after I’ve had the chance to hear my wife’s laugh reverberate across Arroyo Verde Park, watch my daughter sell my mom on moving the dessert schedule up and battle my son for wishbone pulling supremacy.  Until then retail world, Christmas is on hold.

    Happy Thanksgiving everybody!

     

  • A Veteran’s Day Reflection from Someone Who Didn’t Serve

    c-46When confronted with the idea of Veteran’s Day today I can’t help but conjure up mental images of my grandfather piloting planes bringing supplies to soldiers during WWII, close friends who I grew up with who served bravely in the Middle East, and finally those who are currently serving in troubled areas not questioning their important yet dangerous duty.

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    Photo courtesy of Nathan Craft, Matt Stiffler

    Driven to Serve

    I’m always amazed at those who are willing to sacrifice their lives for something they believe in.  Those willing to run towards danger versus those who run from it.  Policeman, firefighters, and soldiers alike completely blow my mind.  I struggle to find things within my own life that I can compare it to.  What drives a soldier to pay the ultimate price?

    daughter_fists_shovel_alibi_tshirtProtecting Your ‘Family’

    My first possible comparison would be how I would protect my wife and children when presented with a threat to their security.  I pray for the burglar, mugger, or even a handsy ex-boyfriend who messes with my family.  It will not be pretty.  Maybe that’s what it is.  Soldiers see their countrymen as family and any threat that comes to them must be met with force, protected from harm.  Makes sense, but the answer still seems simpler.

    Pigskin Battlefield

    stanford-walkMy thoughts turn to the nearest, but not closest by a long shot experience I’ve had in my life that I can compare to serving in the military, playing football.  I can remember the deep, unspoken relationship with my teammates who became family.  Guys I would do anything for, including sacrificing my body.  What else would motivate you to grab onto two 300+ pound guys and drag them into the dirt?  So your linebacker behind you could make the tackle of course!  It is the community of football that I think brings the players together, for one cause, to win, at all costs.  Just ask my busted shoulder which as painful as it is, still brings a smile to my face.

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    Image courtesy of Alex Ordonez

    Community of Common Purpose

    That’s it, I think.  It is brotherhood and sisterhood, community for a common purpose that drives soldiers to serve their country and risk their lives, without question.  The proof is right in front of us today.  It is what we all see today on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, LinkedIn and the like.  Past and present soldiers posting pictures of themselves alongside their brothers and sisters who helped them, protected them, and bled with them.

    This non-soldier, ex-football player, community lover thanks each and every one of you for what you do, which is what most of can’t do, and improving the lives of those you serve for.  Blessings to you, your friends, families and most of all your brothers and sisters who were in the trenches with you.

    Happy Veterans Day!