So this is the part where I decide if the events of the last 2 weeks are worth keeping a record of or not. The decision really isnt up to me at this point, but rather hinges on a precarious decision by someone I have never met. In the next 24 hrs, I will find out if the following words are the beginnings to the journal of our new home, or a disappointing waste of time. Here goes nothing...
At 11 am this morning I met with our real estate agent Mark, and a guy named Joe. Joe is a structural engineer, and we had him out to give our "dreamhome" a once over. He confirmed with me that the house we like is solid...old, but solid. He also confirmed that old saying, you snooze...you lose. The house, as Mark pointed out the day before yesterday, is under contract with another buyer. Had we listened to our hearts (not a smart business move) and not our fears, we would have bid on the house last week.
We stalled, and someone else came in with a bid.
Now the fun really begins. In order to get the house, we not only need a higher bid, unsecured by a bank as of yet...but a wing, 2 prayers...one arm, a leg and nerves of steel. Nerves of steel are not my forte'. Nerves of hard plastic, maybe. Steel I need help with.
Thats where Mark comes in. He knows this stuff, he's done this before. We decided we can't not have this house. As of 2pm today, we crunched numbers, signed papers, asked questions, crossed our fingers and set the wheels in motion.
The clock is ticking, and every time the phone rings I jump three feet.
It's out of my hands for the moment, and I'm hoping to write more about this adventure over the next few months. Let the games begin...
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