ᐅ The situation in the real estate market... unbelievable
Created on: 12 Nov 2019 18:29
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Reinhard84.2
Hello everyone,
We are currently looking for a property in the Lower Rhine region, which is not a particularly sought-after area, but unfortunately, the prices are not any better than in eastern Germany. When calling several real estate agents, they mentioned up to 50 viewings scheduled for one property. This was for a standard semi-detached house with a somewhat larger plot. I get the impression that as soon as a house has a garden bigger than a chicken coop, the interest is incredible.
Of course, the municipalities are not designating any new building land, as that would spoil the surroundings… (to what extent that is still possible is left to their imagination). This naturally has the convenient side effect that existing building plots and older properties are insanely expensive.
You can probably wait half a lifetime for the supposed recession, falling prices, and available properties. It’s all frustrating and a real pity.
Thanks for listening.
We are currently looking for a property in the Lower Rhine region, which is not a particularly sought-after area, but unfortunately, the prices are not any better than in eastern Germany. When calling several real estate agents, they mentioned up to 50 viewings scheduled for one property. This was for a standard semi-detached house with a somewhat larger plot. I get the impression that as soon as a house has a garden bigger than a chicken coop, the interest is incredible.
Of course, the municipalities are not designating any new building land, as that would spoil the surroundings… (to what extent that is still possible is left to their imagination). This naturally has the convenient side effect that existing building plots and older properties are insanely expensive.
You can probably wait half a lifetime for the supposed recession, falling prices, and available properties. It’s all frustrating and a real pity.
Thanks for listening.
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hampshire15 Nov 2019 17:38Or a wosserbessi.
By the way, from Rheinhausen on, Düsseldorf is already Eastern Europe.
By the way, from Rheinhausen on, Düsseldorf is already Eastern Europe.
Oh yes... stereotypes... nice... especially when people only know the place from vacations or tourist areas.
Apart from the fact that my heart belongs to the North Sea, but unfortunately there is too little work there and that's why we don't live there:
I spent some of the best years near Ansbach – the Middle Franconian dialect is just adorable.
Munich – no comment, I'm glad we moved away from there.
Hamburg – yes, it was nice as a student, but I don’t really like it much anymore. Probably because I don’t like big cities anymore; too many people in one place tend to bother me.
What I also find important – I couldn’t live anywhere where, even if the area is great, the dialect makes my ears bleed... which is the case for me, for example, in Würstelberg, Swabia, and Lower Bavaria *shudder
Apart from the fact that my heart belongs to the North Sea, but unfortunately there is too little work there and that's why we don't live there:
I spent some of the best years near Ansbach – the Middle Franconian dialect is just adorable.
Munich – no comment, I'm glad we moved away from there.
Hamburg – yes, it was nice as a student, but I don’t really like it much anymore. Probably because I don’t like big cities anymore; too many people in one place tend to bother me.
What I also find important – I couldn’t live anywhere where, even if the area is great, the dialect makes my ears bleed... which is the case for me, for example, in Würstelberg, Swabia, and Lower Bavaria *shudder
Müllerin schrieb:
I spent some of the best years near Ansbach – the Central Franconian dialect is just adorable Do people there really pronounce Franconian with an "f"?In my area (northern Rhineland-Palatinate, greater Koblenz region), instead of a dialect, people just speak unclearly. It's called Moselle Franconian – but it sounds like a Hessian trying to speak Kölsch (and I’m not referring to the beer, although in my opinion that would be an improvement compared to apple wine).
https://www.instagram.com/11antgmxde/
https://www.linkedin.com/company/bauen-jetzt/
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Fummelbrett!15 Nov 2019 18:02Phew... Stereotypes? I was born in Karl-Marx-Stadt. That's what it says on my ID ^^ I grew up a few kilometers further out on the edge of the Ore Mountains in a tiny village. At least with a view of a castle. Then, at 17, I moved to Munich on my own. Two years in the city, then another 13 years in the suburbs. Now I’ve been living in Middle Franconia for over five years.
My conclusion:
People from the former East Germany liked to complain, saying "everything was better back then."
The people from Munich weren’t really traditional Munich locals—only a few older professors spoke the local dialect, and ironically, the few fellow students actually born in Munich asked them to speak standard German.
Those from the suburbs were mostly native, but unfortunately sometimes a bit nouveau riche. Daddy pays for everything, no matter the cost. Still, I had a really good circle of friends there.
Middle Franconia? Well, true Middle Franconians don’t talk much. Fortunately, my true Middle Franconian is different, and most of my neighbors come from outside the region.
My conclusion:
People from the former East Germany liked to complain, saying "everything was better back then."
The people from Munich weren’t really traditional Munich locals—only a few older professors spoke the local dialect, and ironically, the few fellow students actually born in Munich asked them to speak standard German.
Those from the suburbs were mostly native, but unfortunately sometimes a bit nouveau riche. Daddy pays for everything, no matter the cost. Still, I had a really good circle of friends there.
Middle Franconia? Well, true Middle Franconians don’t talk much. Fortunately, my true Middle Franconian is different, and most of my neighbors come from outside the region.
We visited relatives in the Münsterland region. They are Catholic, very kind, and somewhat compulsive—probably due to overuse of incense. We struggled northward on the ever-busy A1 motorway. Bremen… Oyten… Rotenburg Wümme, finally Harburg, then the bridges over the Elbe River, passing Ikea and the prison, Rahlstedt, Ahrensburg—home begins here. Hamburg is behind us. The A1 finally clears out. The sky opens wide, and now even small towns like Reinfeld get their own motorway exit. A place with more than 1,000 inhabitants (EW) is already considered a town. There, a farmer spreads manure, a wind farm stands tall, do you see those cloud formations? Such clouds… completely without incense. Beyond Lübeck, only four lanes remain. Hardly any cars left. No traffic jams. Green countryside, wheat, rapeseed, wind turbines, hardly any forest—we used to build ships from it long ago. It feels somehow more open now. Light. What a light… one last curve, off the A1—it’s almost over anyway, finished, done, the sea, in front of us the sea, container ships in the distance… where are they headed? Stockholm? Gdansk? Or even St. Petersburg? Homeland, your stars. The end of the Germanic world up here, the beginning of paradise, maybe a bit isolated, somewhat on the edge—and that’s exactly why it’s paradise. Paradises always lie on the edge, never in the metropolis Rhine-Main area. Out of the car. Breathe in the salty air. Later, I have to go to the harbor, check out the ship, breathe in the smell of fish, seaweed, and seagrass.
