The overheated residential property market has long been a fashionable topic of discussion in Auckland. Those lucky enough to own a slice of this city are quietly relieved even while they rue the fact their children are unlikely to be able to afford to "get on the property ladder".
We blame investors, immigrants, interest rates, local authorities, non-resident buyers, politicians, speculators and the media for a shortage of houses that is sending prices spiraling out of control. Seldom does a day pass when we are not served up a reminder of our so called "runaway house market".
Just this week there was a report about a "modest West Auckland house" which jumped $153,000 in 13 weeks as it was sold four times. Once again the angle was that first-time home buyers lost out thanks to "rampant property speculation".
So when the house in which we'd lived for 19 years was put on the market last December, I, as one of the trustees charged with selling the property, looked forward with great excitement - perhaps even with cartoonish dollar signs in my eyes - to the fight that would erupt as multiple investors and speculators sought to purchase my old home. We put it on the market at almost the same time it was reported that "Auckland house values rise at 'eye-watering' pace". We braced ourselves for the onslaught.
In fact, what transpired was efficient and functional but also underwhelming. There weren't multiple enthusiastic offers. I'm pretty sure no deep-pocketed Chinese people even viewed the property. The details of the sale-and-purchase agreement were not breathlessly recounted in a newspaper report. This sale would not enter local folklore for the astronomical price it attracted. Instead, rather prosaically, we were offered a satisfactory price. It met our expectations and we accepted it.