My Brain on Real Estate

12 06 2010

It’s not even noon yet and my synapses are already misfiring on all cylinders.  The steady stream of data coming in feels like a bunch of square pegs trying to shove themselves into a dart board full of small, round, empty holes.  My right and left hemispheres might as well be ships passing in the night of day because my deepest gut instincts are in direct disconnect with the spin of information  orbiting a world that’s already wobbling woozily around on its own axis in full tilt boogie.

There’s an image of Adam Smith’s invisible hand of the marketplace, looming large on a video screen inside my head.  It keeps cracking eggs open into a sizzling frying pan while the voice-over in my inner ear keeps saying …”This is your brain on real estate…Any questions?”

Well…yeah. I’ve got some questions.  A  lot of questions.  That’s probably all I do have at the moment. Thank you very much.

Like…what happens when the bottom of the market is going up and the top of the market is coming down at the same time?  What do we call that? And how do we explain that to our clients? Do more and more people and places just get stuffed into a never-ending zone of price and property compression somewhere north of low and south of high?

How dense can it get in that space before the gravity of the situation gives – in one direction or the other?  Can the stirrings at the bottom of the market push the top back up? Or will the weight of all those pie’s hovering in the sky eventually get so heavy, they’ll force a carefully crafted façade of positive perception to fall to earth?

Is there a second dip coming to top off the cone of silence surrounding the shadow inventory of bank-owned properties getting held off the market? Not to mention the shadowier  inventory of  loan modifications not getting done, notices of default not getting foreclosed on, delinquent payments not getting issued notices of default and the next cycle of 5/1 Arm’s getting set (and reset) to appear right around the corner?

Why has the Mortgage Application Index (google it) fallen so abruptly at the same time interest  rates have dropped so remarkably low?  Money at 4.5%?!!  Weren’t they just warning us that rates were going to go up when the Fed Mortgage Purchase Program ended?

Shouldn’t the ranks of eager purchasers lining up to get their pre-approval letters be growing by leaps and bounds?  Aren’t more buyers out there chomping at the bit as summer inventory begins to expand right in middle of their very own buyer’s market?

And while we are asking the questions…even though it is probably true that the market is seasonal and the sellin’ is easiest in the summer when the catfish are jumpin’ and the cotton is high…isn’t it also true that more homes (as in a larger percentage of properties that are actually listed) don’t sell in the summer too? So which is it? Do more homes sell in the summer? Or do more homes not sell in the summer? Or both?

Is this just all about the end of the tax credit for first time buyers that expired on April 30th?   Would first time buyers  really have waited until the second or third week in April to get their loan applications in? Wouldn’t most of them have started their processes sooner?  Did we just move the time horizon up on purchases that would have otherwise happened later?  Like a cash for clunker homes program?  Was this just another version of all of us collectively kicking the can down the road to see if something else might happen in the meantime to pull our asses out of the fire?

Will the real, real estate market ever stand on it’s own again without huge transfusions coming from the Feds?  Or without interest rates being propped artificially down?  Will the private sector be able to make its own rain again? Without a house of cards built on liars loans and credit default swaps.?  Can it pick up the loose reins of laissez -faire even if it feels  very laissez-unfair in the short term?

Is there some secret escape route on the horizon the helps us get out of the Pavlovian Paradigm where we can’t help robbing Peter to pay Paul with yet one more hail Mary pass that leaves the answers blowing in the wind for future generations to figure out?

Time will tell. But not any time soon.  In the meantime, I’ve signed up to have my brain frozen at the cryogenics lab. Wake me up when we get there.

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The Shadow Knows…

15 05 2010

Shhh. Sh-sh-shhhh. Oops. Sorry. Shhhhh. No, I’m not shushing you. Honest. This is an Advertorial. We’re here to talk about real estate – not keep it on the QT.

My recurring speech impediment has flared up again. Maybe it’s a mild form of Tourettes. Part of my brain is trying to stop another part of my brain from blurting out bad words that aren’t supposed to be heard in public. My inner Gallant is trying to shut up my inner Goofus before he acts out in front of polite company.

Shh-Sh.-Shhh. See, every time I attempt to get a word in edgewise on myself, I begin stuttering. The last time this happened was in 2005 when my lips started twitching every time I tried to talk real estate. A series of b-b-bu-bu-bubs issued forth involuntarily whenever I opened my mouth. It was like some invisible finger of fate was flicking itself across my lower lip. I sounded like I was b-b-busy making goofy b-b-baby noises while there was a really serious rogue elephant stampeding the marketplace.

What finally came stammering up out of my subconscious in a cathartic moment of release was the one word that no one wanted to hear at the time – bubble. By then, it was too late. And the rest is real estate history. History we are still trying to muck our way through in the present tenseness.

But now, I’ve got this sh-sh-sh thing going on. Thankfully all that therapy I had in the past is helping me get to the bottom of my speech pathology quicker this time. So everybody be quiet for real now, ok? Listen up. Shhhh.

I’ve got two important words to say to you. Actually it’s four words, but bear with me. Ready? Sh-sh-sh-shadow inventory. Sh-sh-sh-short sales. Whatever else I say and whatever else anyone tells you and whatever else you believe, these are two of the most important things you can pay attention to right now.

No one is talking about either of these things in a way that does them justice. Sure the words get tossed around. Casual catch-phrases floating through the open house ether. But truly meaningful conversation and analysis in the context of the big picture is conspicuously absent. The silence surrounding both is deafening. All I know, is that the growing size of the shadow inventory and the growing number of short sales are both exerting a huge gravitational pull on the marketplace, in ways we can’t quite grasp or comprehend yet.

Shadow inventory is the name for that the hidden underground vault full of foreclosed properties the banks are hoarding. For reasons we can only guess at, they aren’t ready to recycle their REOs back through the marketplace. They’ve been dribbling a few out here and there but the vast majority haven’t seen the light of day since they fell off the court house steps into the abyss. In fact, apocryphal stories from local REO Agents suggest that the tiny flow of post-foreclosure listings has grown even more constricted these last few months. The drip of damned-up inventory has stalled below a snails pace. Why? Inquiring minds want to know.

At the same time the number of REOs coming on is decreasing, the number of short sales is increasing exponentially. Short sale has to be the dumbest term anyone ever invented for anything having to do with real estate (other than the word “real” itself.) Short sales aren’t short. And to date, not a lot of what we sorta, kinda, wanna think of as short sales as in actual “sales” – have really turned out to be sales at all.

The whole concept of the short sale is fuzzy at best. A clustered FUBAR at worst. A Seller is nominally the Seller, but in the end, after hiring an Agent and marketing the property and negotiating an offer, it is the bank(s) that decides whether a property sells or not. Once a possible sale disappears into the bowels of short sale negotiation anything can happen – including nothing. How do things get decided? How long is it going to take? Who knows? Everything is open- ended. A hope and a prayer with Jiminy Cricket as escrow officer.

Short sales are really just a shadowier kind of inventory than the other kind of shadow inventory. Add them to the huge supply of homes already residing in the limbo of bank land. Sitting on the sidelines. Twiddling their thumbs. Collecting cobwebs. Waiting to be released and unleashed upon the market someday when something or someone decides it’s the right time to let ‘em rip right through the tender balance between supply and demand.

As conventional wisdom says Sh-t Happens. As these unconventional times also suggest… a lot of ShSh is going to happen too.

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