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Just a few weeks before Christmas (real estate purgatory), a house listing popped up for Big Rock Candy. Not just any house listing mind you, but a house listing detailing a domicile of cutting edge architecture measuring almost 4500 square feet sitting on over an acre on the "good" side of the mountain. And in our price range.
After recovering from a small excitement-induced stroke, I fired the link off to my Texas partner in real estate crime. We're both in house-hunting mode and exchanging close to 502 emails a day about various listings in our respective areas. I assured her this sort of house doesn't exist in Denver, city of the weird Tuscan/cabin/country mash-up, and that it would be languishing on the market for months. Just ready for me to scoop up at my leisure.
It sold five days later.