Remember the tiny and ancient house that My Guy and I loved?
We saw it again. With a contractor. We made an offer.
And we didn’t get it. The listing agent wrote an offer with some other buyers. An offer that was $20K less than our offer. And the sellers took that offer. We don’t think she ever even presented our offer.
This all went down on Saturday. Combine these real estate woes with a completely hideous Iowa football loss, and you understand why I took to my bed for a three-hour nap. I simply couldn’t face the world. All I want is to live with my fiance. Is that such a crazy dream?
Sunday, our Super Realtor – still pissed as hell about how things went down on tiny and ancient house – gave us a few addresses to consider. One of which had been on the market before and we’d loved, although we’d never actually been inside. Now, it had been taken by the bank and wasn’t officially back on the market. There wasn’t even a sign in the yard.
Sunday, My Guy and I poked around the yard. I liked the patio. My Guy liked the lush, cushy grass that felt like it had a carpet pad underneath. We told the Super Realtor we’d look at the house after work on Monday.
Except, Monday? Super Realtor called me at noon, saying he’d heard that some other folks were considering making an offer. So, half an hour later, My Guy, Super Realtor and I converged on The House. And discovered that it truly was The House. On The Street. And contains Cha Cha’s Dream Bathroom.
We saw the house at 12:45. By 7, we had a signed contract.
Holy shit! We’re buying a house! Which we both love! And holy shit! We will own three houses! That’s bad!
The House has been trashed. There’s garbage strewn throughout, and Coke has been sprayed all over ceilings and walls. The granite in the kitchen is shattered. While most of the house has hardwoods, the places with carpet need to be stripped.
I have never been so excited to clean in my life!
We take possession right after Christmas, pending inspections next week. Right now, it’s hard to think about anything but paint colors and furniture placement.
And yes, we’re getting uber aggressive on our houses. Because two people with three houses? That ratio is all sorts of messed up.
But I feel such a sense of relief and joy knowing that yes, yes we are going to live together. And this will be where we do it. And this is where we will make our home together and live our married life together – where we will wipe muddy paws and feed our friends and enjoy just hanging out with each other in our home.
I never imagined that having three houses would be a relief. But it is.