So, I'm going to start doing something that they will almost certainly grow to hate. Yup, once in a while, without warning, we are going to drag them to open houses.
My mom used to take me and my siblings to Sunday opens after church. What a bleak day for a kid. I grew up in Calgary, Canada so it was all cookie-cutter suburban boxes, one after the other.
When we pulled up to a strange house and that RE/MAX balloon on the For Sale sign came into view, all five of us…mom, noooooooo…..
But my mom liked looking at houses, kids in tow, and guess what… 20 years later, when I started shopping for a house…I knew how it looked.
Granted, I'm not in real estate because my mom took me to open houses. I got into this as an investor after reading “Rich Dad, Poor Dad.”