Hey! Wanna Buy a House?

Since we’ve lived here in Ohio for coming on eleven years now, we decided it was finally time to let go of our house in Sterling, Virginia, where we lived when Athena was born. So, if you or someone you know is in the market for a home in the Washington, DC area, here’s a fabulous five bedroom house in a nice neighborhood in a great town, just waiting for you. Seriously, we loved living in this house, and we think it’ll be a great house for others.

Here’s the official listing; once you’re there, click on the “ML#” link and it’ll expand out the listing to give you all the details as well as a couple dozen pictures of the place. The realtor’s information is there at the link, so if you really are interested, contact her and let her know (you don’t need to contact me; we have a real estate agent for a reason).

Damn, now I’m a little choked up. I liked this house. Hopefully it’ll make its new owners equally happy.

44 Comments on “Hey! Wanna Buy a House?”

  1. inkshark – Bellingham – Cory Skerry lives in the Northwest U.S. where he writes impossible things and paints what he shouldn't. His retirement plan is to invent a time machine and zap back to the 1700s to be a highwayman, because Jonny Lee Miller made it look hot.
    Puss in Boots

    It doesn’t look haunted enough. Can you haunt it a little?

  2. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me

    It does look like a nice place. I have such house envy and not the moolah for it so every house irght now looks sweet but THIS house looks especially nice.

    If you get an offer from a burly german-american who wants to pay in cash it’s probably my friend Joe. He’s cool. Just don’t make him angry. Oh, wait. You have Krissy. Go ahead, make him angry. I want to see what sort of damage she can wield across state lines.

  3. My oldest brother lived on Cardinal Glen Cir (had to find that on Google maps) about 25 years ago. So not at all the same time you lived in Sterling, but it was the closest I’ve lived to my brother (we were in Vienna) except for the first 6 months of my life.

  4. ehm, the first 6 mon. of my life and the couple months he and his family had to live with us while the house was finished. Oops.

  5. I wish I was in a place in my life I could buy a house, let alone one in the greater DC area…I’m actually moving out of my 1 br apt to a house shared with 5 other people and a toddler, because money is too tight. If you don’t sell in a week or two you should totally take it off the market and wait a few months so I can parley my shiny new masters degree into full time work and can maybe swing a home loan! ;)

  6. Could you leave bite marks somewhere? So I could prove this was John Scalzi The Writer’s house when I show them to my dentist friends. How else would I know it wasn’t Jon Scalzzi the accountant’s house instead?

  7. Gah! Too Soon John Scalzi! That house is right in the area we wish to move into and is in our price range, I just won’t be ready to buy for another 4-5 months.

  8. I could have sworn the headline asked if I wanted to buy a horse. Not that I’m in the market for one of those either…

  9. Richard Slater: If you have the earnest money now, you could at least put that down and see if they’re willing to wait another 4-5 months for the actual move-in date. Goodness knows, if they were willing to rent for 11 years, a few months shouldn’t be that big a deal to actually sell the place.


  10. I used to live in Sterling, though after you’d moved away; I was up off Cascades, renting from a friend who was in all those McMansions that were going up right around the time you departed. That’s a nice little neighborhood. It’s a trek to get into the city, but that’s more of an issue if you’re a young man frustrated by suburban life than if you’re um, more mature like us. But being right by Rt 7, 28, and the toll road makes it a pretty quick spin. To the point that most Californians would probably wonder what the hell I’m whining about :)

  11. I live in Arlington, and I’m pretty happy with my current house. But I passed on the link to some of my friends in the area who may be looking to buy. I think it would be awesome if one of them bought the place, if only so I could go over and bask in its delicious Scalzi stank… Mmm…

    (P.S. – Not a stalker.)

  12. Geeze, that’s cheap for a house in this area. My husband and I bought an adorable house last year in the MD suburbs for $15k less, but ours seems like it’s about half as small (with a third of the living space, seeing that you have a finished basement). We’re on the Metro, which I was willing to pay a pretty penny for, but for someone who is willing to drive, this is an incredible deal. I’d say good luck selling, but I don’t think you’ll have a problem at all!

  13. Wow, I need to move to the left hand side of the Atlantic. No chance of getting a house that size in a nice area where I live in the UK. Maybe if you at least double the price.

  14. Just last night, we were sitting around our dining table reading aloud “An Interview with the Nativity Innkeeper” with an old friend and laughing hysterically over it. Imagine my surprise this morning to find this post and learn just how close our houses are. Walking distance, I say! If you ever went to the street a few blocks over with the insane Christmas lights, then you’ve passed my place.

    To Richard Slater, it is OK. Even if you can’t buy John’s house, I can assure you that you’ll be able to find another in the neighborhood and close surrounds. When you move to the area, you know who to call for additional hands and a home cooked meal for your move in day.

  15. You’re choked up? Imagine how those of us in urban California feel looking at that house in that neighborhood for that price. Best of luck in selling it. We’ll be over here, sobbing quietly.

  16. Given how long eleven years is in cat years, I presume that Radaint She never dwelt there. Pity, otherwise I might want to invest in what will become a major shrine after she takes her rightful place in the world.

  17. @Mythago:

    Move out here to southwestern Missouri. You could buy that house if it was on land here in a nicer town for $200k, /maybe/ $250k in a really nice neighborhood.

    We actually get retired Californians who sell their smallish houses and come here and buy something nice.

  18. It appears that the microwave came loose and fell onto the cooktop. True? That kitchen is seriously in need of an upgrade. Worse than our 20-year-old kitchen out here in Haymarket, and we DO have five acres.

  19. Whoa nelly!
    Can’t believe the price! The Australian housing market sucks!
    If your house was in my neighbourhood it would be going for about $650K.- even though it take me an hour to get into the city for work!

  20. I may actually check it out if it’s still on the market next month. I grew up in Herndon and am currently on the market for a new place :)

  21. This almost makes me sob. I bought a small crappy 1970s townhome in northern Virginia about 15 miles from his house in 2005, for $9000 less than your asking price. Timing is everything. :(

  22. scottywan82 – United States – I am a software consultant from Richmond, VA. I'm a huge nerd and a big fan of science fiction and fantasy novels.

    A nice area! But thankfully I have escaped the traffic there for Richmond to the south.

  23. If you can’t sell it, you can use it as a castle for your cats along with butlers who will feed them and mice that will run away from them. I’m not really sure any benefits in following this strategy other than being able to say, “I’m so rich I just have a house for my cats.”

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