But I don't really want to sell real estate. I mean, I love houses. But I like to buy them, not sell them to other people, because other people are much more annoying than I am, and that's saying a lot.
I bring this up today because, since I don't want to sell houses, I thought maybe it would be fun to do something like sell commercial real estate. So, on a whim, I took an interview with a small firm in Queens. They are nice people, or, at least, nice enough to let me come in for an interview. It was in this interview, in a moment of complete delusion and/or boredom, that I said: Sure, I would really love to come in and join your team!
I guess this is a problem, since, it's been a few weeks and now it's show time. They wrote to me asking: Hey, are you done with your vacation and can we talk? After spending a few months online with my trusty but virtual real estate teachers, whose little 1:30 minute video tutorials about capitalization rates and gross monthly income prepared me to take the New York State Department of State licensing test -- which I somehow passed -- it seems a shame that, after all that, I am on the verge of wasting all that time and effort.
So now I have to decide how to tell them that, really, I like the IDEA of selling commercial real estate, especially in scrappy neighborhoods in in Brooklyn and Queens where neighborhoods are turning over and changing, as more and more of NYC's record 8.5 million residents move out to the fringes of the boroughs. It seems exciting to try and strike up deals with old mom & pop shops that may decide it's time to sell; or to find space for retailers and franchisees looking for a spot in Bayside or Bushwick. Deals are fun! People have interesting stories, and it's exciting to get them to trust you and make them want to let you help them. And make a little coin, too.
But the reality is: I like the stories. I like talking to people and getting all the information. But can I really get down and dirty and slog through the listing and selling or leasing process? More to the point, do I really want to commit myself to an office in Queens, right on Northern Boulevard passed the Cross Island Expressway exits and in between the Korean barbecue restaurants and tire repair shops, and invest all kinds of blood, sweat and time developing a "book" for myself?
The answer: No.
I want to go to the country and write. Maybe I have to work. But I can work at Stewart's. I can stock shelves at Price Chopper, or make egg salad and slaw in the deli department. I like to cook. I like grocery stores.
Mostly, though, I like words. And while selling commercial real estate in Queens seems like a grand new adventure, and a way to invigorate life and maybe pave the way for a few commissions, I think my heart isn't in it. I'm not sure. But I think probably not. I have to decide. Like in the next 7 or 12 hours.
I used to write politics, news and sports for newspapers in cities like Albany NY, Seattle, Baltimore and Harrisburg PA. Now I take a lot of Instagram photos, check Facebook, swim, read about T$$$p and cook dinner for people I really like. New York native, living in Port Washington and Greenfield Center (that's near Saratoga Springs FYI).