I love looking at real estate listings. Granted that there actually is a practical, if not immediate, reason to do so, namely the purchase of a retirement home in a few years. The bigger reason though is that I just find old homes to be interesting.
The house shown below is old, but I wouldn't use the word interesting to describe it.
This was my late brother Chris' house. The last time I was in that house was probably early February, 2017, as it was being prepared to be sold by his wife. My thought was to just go through the place, with her permission (of course), looking for any old family things that could be saved, prior to the sale. I don't recall what I found there on that day, as it was an extremely difficult visit. Prior to this, I had been there late morning on January 5, 2017 when I found my brother after he had passed away. At the time, there was no heat in the house, so his body was frozen. My fingers can still feel the sensation of touching him, thinking initially that he was just sleeping.
More on this is noted in prior blog postings.
Seeing the listing was kind of stunning for me. I have stopped once or twice over the past few years (as recently as three weeks ago) just to see the condition of the place, as it slowly rotted away. I don't believe that it has been actually occupied since it was sold in 2017; as best I can recall from Chris' wife, it was sold to someone from New York, but nothing was ever done with it. Fast forward to now, and I did see a condemnation notice on the door from the City of Scranton, so perhaps the absent owner thought it best to cover his/her losses and get rid of the property. Interestingly enough, there already is a pending sale for it.
The timing of this listing/sale in mid-January I suspect is a kind of synchronicity of sorts, given the history noted above. Maybe this is a kind of karmic way of getting it all over with together. Maybe this is a kind of ending chapter.
Whatever happens regarding the sale, I just have one hope: That whoever buys the property fixes it up and that there end up being children living in the place. I think little kids running around is precisely the kind of exorcism the place needs. The house, and my brother's memory, would like such a thing.