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I still have a draft from the 16th about making a final decision regarding the bungalow... at that point, I decided that I couldn't make a decision and started to freak out. I couldn't even post about it. So I called everyone and said "I'm not buying that house."

I start looking at other houses. Not only was it disappointing, but I'm convinced that one was even haunted. And had scary wiring. Every house I looked at, I would think, the yard isn't as big as the bungalow, the kitchen doesn't have as nice of a lay out as the bungelow (and it was built before actual appliances, so you know that kitchen really sucked), etc.

Then the bungelow disappeared from the selling agent's website. A clear sign that an offer has been made? I basically spent the holiday weekend pressing refresh trying to find out. I realize that not only do I desperately want this house, but I'll probably cry real tears if someone else has snatched this diamond in the rough. It has issues, but at my price range everything has issues. Crapy kitchen, large hole in the foundation, massive piles of junk... you name it.

Today someone finally calls me back (since when do realtors take the weekend off??) and says "no, no offers have been made. What do you want to do?" Yup, I trotted on down after school and signed and initialed lots of papers and tried to remember to breathe. Then I went home and made myself a drink. I'm so glad it's the three weeks before winter break... I doubt I'll be able to concentrate any more than my students.

Comments

Anonymous said…
You deserve to get it.
Lady Strathconn said…
That's so great! I hope all goes well.
Nacho Lover said…
congratulations!! sounds like you did the right thing, taking some time away from it to really appreciate it. ooh, exciting!

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