ranting about real estate grammar. There is no reason for their ignorance. They're going to have to learn sometime.

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I look at over 100 houses a day.  Not in person, that would be impossible, but online.  It's a rapid click through photos for my multiple buyers to determine if this house, in that area, is a fit.  IF the photos are good (and that's a giant IF because sometimes they look like THIS)....

But if they're half-way decent photos then I go read the descriptions.

And sometimes they go like this:

Your going to love living hear.
You're future kitchen features stainless steal appliances.
Their moving to Canada and can't take all of there belongings, so the pool table is available.

So, here's a quick lesson on how to use common real estate words.

If they are going to do something and you don't want to type "they are" it's THEY'RE.   For example: They're having the carpets cleaned after their chinchilla threw up.  

If they have something that they possess that they would like to feature it's THEIR.  For example: Their teenage basement retreat has been an incredible party space. 

 If they are going to go somewhere or things are in a location it's THERE.  For example:
There is a nice park nearby for when you need to take your teenage chinchilla on a walk.  

 If you are going to do something and you don't want to type "you are" it's YOU'RE.  For example:
You're going to regret hiring that discount broker that doesn't know the difference between your and you're.

 If you possess something it's YOUR.  For example:
Your equity is going to be at risk if you can't find a buyer for your house that has a chinchilla and a boozy party basement.

 If you're selling a castle and long to sound Shakespearean it's YORE.  For example:
In days of yore teachers had time to teach these things. Kids were forced to learn grammar so that they could become real estate agents who don't make these stupid decisions.  

 You're welcome.

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Anonymous said…
One of the things that drives me crazy, other than the sub-standard photography!
7:52 AM
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