Then, the fourth time has to be good, right?
So, a few posts ago, I wrote about putting an offer on a house that was completely inappropriate for us.
I mean, I still love the house, but as we stumble into old age, then it’s probably best that we don’t buy a house the is built on the side of a steep hill.
Randy and I made a pact. We would not make anymore rash decisions just because we’re under the gun. If a short term rental is in our future, so be it. We would not make anymore dumb decisions.
Then we put an offer on another house.
This is the house we bid on after going to a brewery and watching a dude balance a chair on his face.
Randy has since researched that brewery and we learned that if you are in the place for more than 10 minutes, you’ll see that guy balancing furniture on his face. Still, something you don’t see every day.
We wrote a contract on the house. The offer was accepted.
Later that night, the owner got an offer for cash and they took it.
Yep, they signed a contract and sold the house to someone else. I’m guessing they are confused about contracts.
Brett, our real estate agent, told us that we would be within our rights to sue and compel them to sell us the house.
I don’t know about you, but I am hesitant to send a steak back in a restaurant for fear of the disgusting things the people in the kitchen will do to my food. I shudder to think what they may have done to that house if we made them sell it to us instead of them getting a bucket of cash that night.
Also, the master bedroom was upstairs with no bathroom. Randy and I haven’t slept through the night without having to get up and pee in a dozen years or more. One of us would have fallen down the stairs sooner or later. A safe bet would be me, but Randy has taken a few spills over the years.
In retrospect, we weren’t making a good decision there, either.
Then, Randy found another house.
I looked at pictures and told him to make an offer. He’s the more cautious of the two, so if he felt it was right, I was in.
It’s a seller’s market. I get that, but damn, people are assholes.
The seller had until 3:00 the next day to give us an answer.
At 3:15, Brett called the seller and the guy told Brett that he wanted to accept our offer, but darn the luck, he couldn’t get the electronic document to open. He said he hadn’t been able to thoroughly read it.
This guy has either been living under a rock or is just kind of dumb. Brett explained to him that he can see when a document has been opened and read and he most certainly was able to open the document. Brett said that he understood he might want to wait around for a better offer. He told the seller he had an hour to make the decision, if not, Brett advised us to withdraw the offer.
We withdrew the offer. We’ve had enough dealing with liars.
Yesterday, we made another offer on a house in a neighborhood we hadn’t considered.
It has the most horrendously ugly kitchen ever. Seriously. I’ll take pictures. Maybe. Hopefully. There is a gas stove, though. I really wanted a gas stove. The house is not too big and the master bath and bathroom are both on the first floor. The deck is amazing and the backyard ends in woods.
The offer was accepted and contracts were signed.
We’ve been down this road already, so I’m not getting my hopes up.
But if this works out, then we will miss being homeless by 3 days.
You know how I’ve been bitching for a year about painting my house?
I can’t wait to paint this house.