My house, you guys? It just got sold. I mean, contingent on all those fun things like financing and appraisal and inspection. But still. It was on the market for four days, and we got a full-price offer. We're doing a flat-fee service so I probably have to run around town to title agencies and so on, but still. That's totally worth $4500 to me - the difference between what I am paying this realtor, and 3%.
Words cannot express the heartburn, anxiety (literally too anxious to eat!), tears, and anguish that went into getting this damn house ready to show, with two tots living in it. It. Was. Awful. However, hopefully now it's over. Somehow, I'm still anxious....
When we bought it three years ago, we did a lot of research first, trying to predict when the housing market would hit bottom here, and when it would recover. (About six months after we bought, and about now, in case you're wondering.) We looked at a lot of data. And now, people are saying "Well, but you couldn't have known." True: nobody really knows the future. But you know what? We made a darn good guess.
I believe economists call them 'projections.'