Ok... no excuses. I am resolving right here, RIGHT NOW to blog at minimum once a week. Time (and life) are passing me by!
Right now, we are still in our rental house. Our lease is over, and we have graciously been allowed to rent month-by-month. The house hunt has been in full swing for a few months.
Here are the thoughts that I have when it comes to house hunting:
-uncomfortable: I have had a house for sale before. I got butterflies during the showings (You know, the "this could be it" kind.), and I couldn't wait to hear feedback from my agent. But, when I go into people's homes, it feels personal to me. I don't want to say "Eww!" or "What were they thinking when they put in this hideous floral wallpaper? And they loved it so much they even got matching curtains?"
-frustrating: Do you know what it's like to walk in a house and say "I could SO live here!" Yeah, I said that twice one day when we were looking. Apparently other people had said the same thing because both of those houses got offers while I was standing in them. FAIL!
-crazy: Sometimes I just want to ask... Do you WANT to sell your house? Because you are certainly not being very cooperative!
And, that leads me to where we are now.... in the offer/counteroffer stage. And we're on #5. (Yes, #5!) Waiting to hear back from them.
Let me give you the Clif's Notes Summary of the story (condensing the condensed):
Last Wednesday we go and look at a house. A nice house. A good house. A family house. The husband LOVED it. Loved the house. Loved the yard. Loved the location. He would have signed a contract right there if I hadn't piped in and said "We don't sign ANYTHING without sleeping on it!" (That was his cue that he had better settle down.)
In the car, I was quiet. I couldn't find anything "wrong" with the house (ok, a few minor things needed changing, but they were factored into the cost). I just didn't "feel" it. So, I prayed. I prayed to either LOVE the house or to come up with some kind of reason why I couldn't live in the house. I think I was expecting a burning bush kind of sign. It didn't happen. I was still emotionally confused. It went something like: Head: It's a house, and you need a house. Heart: I'm not moving there.
When C called at lunch to check on what I was thinking before I could stop myself I said "I just can't stop thinking about that house on _______ Drive!" It was a house we looked at over 6 weeks before. And really, I hadn't thought THAT much about it. But, I could tell through the phone that he was smiling. He told me to make an appointment to go see it. Well, our agent was out of town. Of course. By this point I was anxious because I finally felt an emotion for a house! Our agent (sensing our need to see the house in that.very.moment) got the broker-in-charge to show us the property. God planned that for sure. It turns out, he is the king of renovations, updates, etc. and he walked us through the house telling us what could be done. He should have just put the SOLD sign in the yard then.
But now, here we are negotiating. I don't think we're difficult. Especially since the house has been on the market for 2 (T-W-O) YEARS! 24 months! An awful lot of days! And now I know why. Someone doesn't want to sell this house. {Hopefully} MY house. Yes. So here we are. Hopefully, there will be a happy ending to this story. But for now, it's....
TO BE CONTINUED!
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