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Who Will Buy?



Who will live in this home?


11501 Manorstone Lane, Columbia 

Listed by Keisha Mcclain, Brokered by Hubble Bisbee Real Estate Group, Offered at $1,699,999.


My first thought: that’s Columbia?




Well yes, I guess it is. Manorstone is your third left after Harper’s Farm Road if you are heading towards River Hill on Route 108. 

It just so happens that it doesn’t look much like the Columbia that I’m familiar with. But that’s another story altogether.

It has five bedrooms, four and a half baths, and the just thought of keeping it clean makes me feel anxious.

I once (unintentionally) crossed a line by having a little fun with a real estate listing that I thought had a lot of…personality. There’s no danger of that here. This home is exquisitely neutral. The only thing that even made me smile was this staging of a luxurious bathroom. 

If I had this kind of bathtub perhaps I, too, would invite a couple of friends over when I had a bath.


Image taken from property video - - Hubble Bisbee Real Estate Group


From what I have gleaned from shows on HGTV, professional staging is meant to help potential buyers imagine what it would be like to live in the home they are viewing. There must be something wrong with me because, not only can I not imagine living here, I can’t imagine anyone living here. 

There’s nothing wrong with it. Perhaps there is something wrong with me. 

This home was built in 2002. Today, in 2025, the rich are getting richer and the poor are getting poorer. In Howard County a big chunk of residents who worked in public service and had comfortable (not exhorbitant) incomes have lost their jobs. 

Who will live in this home? 

What personal touches will they add? Will they send their children to public schools? Will they call the police every time they see some who ‘looks out of place’ in the neighborhood? Will they even know their neighbors? 

I have always thought of myself as an imaginative person. This one stumps me.  Perhaps I am looking at something beyond my range of life experiences. 

Perhaps it is the times we are living in. I just don’t know.


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