My partner, Leslie, and I run KnowYourTrade and belong to about fifty home exchange clubs. Leslie lives in a great two bed/two bath apartment overlooking Richardson Bay in Tiburon. For those of you unfamiliar with the area, it’s, in a word, spectacular. Multimillion dollar McMansions and starter castles dot the green tree covered hillsides. The view from her huge deck is almost worth the astronomical rent she pays and it’s only about twenty minutes by car to the middle of downtown San Francisco.
I occupy a tiny (500sqft) studio loft on top of Russian Hill in the middle of the best part of San Francisco. My claim to fame is that Michael Douglas (yeah, that one) lived here when filming Streets of San Francisco back in the seventies. My place is eclectic (but in a good way) and ideal for one couple who want to be on a very quiet street and yet right in the center of the action. As to value, my loft is about twice the size of the cheapest rooms at San Francisco’s most expensive hotels (starting at about $450/night) that are just four blocks away on Nob Hill.
As a result of all this, Leslie and I get a great many exchange offers. On average about 7 – 10 each week and they run the gamut from extremely appealing to what the Army calls a Whiskey – Tango – Foxtrot situation.
On the appealing side, I was once offered a trade for a 4 bedroom five bath, multi story, 4000 sqft. Hacienda with an Olympic size pool, 5 acres of grounds right on the beach on the Pacific Ocean and, BTW, it came with a cook and house keeper. Remember, this is for my tiny Russian Hill loft. It took me slightly over three seconds to make a decision there.
One of Leslie’s high points was a trade for a Martha’s Vineyard type of Cape Cod house with the private driveway, the formal gardens, short walk to the Atlantic, etc. That swap was a little closer to equal than mine, but a long way from equivalent, nevertheless.
As to the turn downs (and, as a matter of simple courtesy, we ALWAYS reply to all offers) naturally, with all the traffic we receive, there are many. We have several standard form letters (that we’ll share with you in a later blog post), some in several languages, which we modify to suit the individual situation. However, one email exchange truly stands out among several WTF situations:
To me: Hi, We will trade houses with you from June 12 to June 23. Will need transport from airport with return. (This was followed by a listing link)
From me: Hi, I noticed that your listing does not have any images of your home. Also there is very little detail as to the residence, the features, etc. I really can’t make a decision without more information. Thank you, Joe
To me: Why do you need images?
From me: Hi, I never consider trading without seeing pictures. Cheers, Joe
To me: Here is a picture (link to the city’s website). You provide towels and toilet paper?
From me: This is a joke, right?
To me: We are serious. We paid for the listing and we want to trade with you from June 12 to June 23. You have a listing. Why won’t you make a trade?
From me: It seems that you may be unclear on the concept of home exchange. Just because you purchase a membership in the home exchange agency does not mean you must trade with any other paid member.
To me: You are wrong. If you pay to list, you must make a trade.
From me: I’m sorry. I have a trade already planned for those dates.
To me: Why did you waste my time? I don’t think you are being honest. Who are you trading with?
From me: (I gave the name and address of the owner of the home exchange agency)
To me from the owner of the home exchange agency: Hi Joe, I just received the strangest email from XYZ. Did you cancel on them?
From me to the owner of the home exchange agency: (I explained what had transpired and included copies of the emails. She replied with a smiley face and wrote that she’d take care of it.
Two weeks later I received the following email: You are right. You don’t have to trade. So, do you want to trade from June 12 to June 23? Will need transport from airport with return.
I do so enjoy the world of home exchanging!