It took about three months of intense searching to find my new home in the western portion of San Francisco largely because I was unfamiliar with the area and price points. Every house I saw looked cheap compared to where I used to live, hence I needed time to recalibrate my thinking. I must imagine Californians retiring to places like Florida, Texas, Washington, Nevada, and Oregon must go through the same recalibration process since everywhere is so much less expensive.
During my house hunt, I met a number of realtors. Some were good, some were clueless. There was this one fella I met who happened to be the listing agent along with his mother of a house I wanted to buy (mother son team). It was a great 2,200 square foot, 4 bedroom/4 bathroom house with two levels of decks overlooking the ocean. The house was perfect for $1.2 million.
San Francisco is currently no ordinary property market. Prices are purposefully set low in order to attract a bidding frenzy unlike many other real estate markets where prices are set high and negotiated down. Instead of earning his cut from his mother for selling the house with her (a sure thing), he agreed to represent me in the purchase of the house. It was a gamble he decided to take probably due to a little more money, his belief that he could convince his mom to sell to us, and to earn a good win for his own real estate resume.