Saturday! and a Question About Real Estate

HoCoLocal events for today and tomorrow: plants, plants, plants, Sheep and Wool Festival, plants, plants, Farmers Market, plants, plants, school festivals, plants, plants, Derby Day, plants.

But you don’t have to take my word for it. You can check out these resources for information on local events: Events on Facebook (Choose Local and This Week) or take a look at the activity calendar at Visit Howard County and the listings at the Howard Courier.

Can you tell that I’m a bit overwhelmed by all the plants? If you have recommendations for local plant sales - - or anything else! - - I’d be happy to share them.

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In case you are thinking about spending your weekend checking out local real estate offerings, I have a bit of news for you. Back in 2021 I wrote about the experience of seeing a particular house for sale and being gobsmacked by the price.

What It’s Worth, Village Green/Town², March, 2021

I looked at a photo and thought, “That is not a 500,000 house.” Well, it isn’t. Now it’s almost a $700,000 house.

Image from ReMax Realty online listing

No, it’s not exactly the same house. I’m pretty sure it’s comparable, though. I wonder what local housing prices will look like in another four years?

It’s hard to say. I do believe that we have a local housing shortage. But I’m unsure of what the current actions in Washington will have on the real estate market in HoCo. It would be foolish to make any kind of prediction based on how it has been in the past.

Will we continue to be the place where so many folks want to live?

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