
NYC Real Estate Investing: An Unexpected Closure
In the final installment of a four-part series on house-hunting in New York City, the doctor's unexpectedly finds closure after her futile search for the perfect pied-Ã -terre.
In the final installment of a
June 30th was the closing deadline for homebuyers to receive a federal tax credit — up to $8,000 for first-time homebuyers and up to $6,500 for buyers who have owned and lived in their homes for at least five of the last eight years. (The tax-credit deadline has since been extended -- buyers who have already have signed contracts now have until Sept. 30th to close the deal and claim the credit.)
As a result of the initial deadline, real-estate agents and lawyers were in a frenzy in mid-June, working to complete their clients’ purchases in time to qualify for the credit by month-end.
The federal tax credit indirectly turned into the undoing of our deal yet
By that time, my life was upside down. My beloved husband began to show signs of a precipitously deteriorating cervical disc that could require surgery. In spite of this alarming situation, I dutifully signed the contract for the New York City co-op and had it ready to make the return trip to New York by evening. Federal Express, however, usually so punctual, didn’t show. While waiting for them, I started the application form required by the board -- it was intense. As one real-estate agent told me: “The boards of co-ops are like dogs. They want to sniff you.”
The application was 27 pages, more or less, and required not only that I fill it out, but also obtain multiple references -- all to be completed within one month. Our part of the application was relatively easily, but depending on numerous people to provide recommendation letters in a timely fashion? That we couldn’t control, and it made me feel uneasy.
My husband’s medical condition was another source of worry. I said to myself: “Either this deal pops or I do.”
The next morning, I called our lawyer and real-estate agent and told them that I couldn’t proceed when my husband was ill. The entire process was simply was too nerve-wracking for me.
It made me sad that we lost this opportunity to buy a great place. Also, I regret that my real-estate agent did not make a commission, as I liked her and thought she did a good job for us. But, there is a happier note, too. New York City’s so-called mansion tax, or 1 percent of the total of any selling price over $1 million, won’t have to be paid since we aren’t buying.
And, because we aren’t selling a home in the city either, the New York City transfer tax that is 1 percent of anything sold under $500,000 and 1.425 percent more than that amount won’t have to be coughed up either.
I’m thinking, “A twist of fate saved us a lot of money.” Unfortunately, we don’t have that special place in Manhattan either.
Some house-hunting resources:
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