So, if you really want to try something spectacular, plan your wedding while working 57 hours a week at one job and then add on three more and while you're at it, why not try to buy your first house too? Because you know what they say, what doesn't kill you...
So, last week we lost not one but two houses. We actually lost them both in the same day or rather the same half of a day, within two hours. poot. We stepped up our home buying process a few weeks ago. We realized we needed to become decision makers. We needed to act on our impulses, so we made our first offer. We shot low. 20K low because the house was really not worth what they were asking. It was smaller than we really need and much smaller than the price allowed, but it was in the cutest neighborhood and there was a little park right across the street. With a tire swing. A tire swing. And stone bridges crossing the creeks. So cute. But, also so expensive. It was probably fortunate that the realtor was an idiot who wasn't being honest with the owner about what the house was worth because we wouddn't have been able to live there long. The house has been on the market for 6 months and we were the first offer. The realtor lives in the same neighborhood, so he'd love for that house to sell high. We would not love that, so we passed on their counter offer of 3K down from the list price and no closing costs. Pshah, you fool. We're going to find a better house!
Unless, we aren't. Because that's how it looks today. Both of the houses we saw on Monday at 7 sold by Tuesday at 10. The realtors didn't even hear our offers. And now? Now, we can't look again until next week, but there isn't anything we even care to see right now.
I'm going to have to spend my first few weeks of newlywed life living on the street. Or worse! I may have to live in my fiance's dirty apartment!
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