Wow the memories this thread is bringing back. In 1970, my dad offered to buy a house from a FSBO. Within a few of days, he changed his mind and decided to buy a different better house in another area for about the same amount of money.

So we had to drive over to the FSBO and tell them we had changed our minds. When we pulled up, they had their fifth wheel out front and were loading it up. We all slunk down in our seats while my dad walked up to the front door and broke the bad news.

We felt like scum. My family doesn’t do things like that. But in the end, I went to better schools and lived in a better house because of it. I sometimes wonder how different my life would have ended up had we bought the original house. I would have had a different education, different friends…would that have led to different values? Would I have ended up in San Diego?