Well this past Sunday I made an offer on a new home. It was a terribly involved process that required a lot of paperwork and to my dismay because I made too much money it’s going to end up costing me more! Go figure that the more you make the more people want from you. So because I could I low balled the heck out of these people I think I dipped below 10 percent of what they were asking, which was reduced about six thousand from three months ago when they first listed.
Wouldn’t you know that while I’m out making a bid on the home we get one of the worst wind storms I’ve ever seen in my life in this area. I was driving home over power lines that were stretched across the road, business signs were flying across the road, or signs were bent completely out of shape. I drove past toppled trees, and had to avoid the jerks who were either too ignorant or young to know about four way stop rules when traffic lights are off. There were people actually running through every light as if they automatically had green, and I did observe most were women but that’s a whole other discussion.
So I’m in limbo at the moment because things should be going faster than this at getting a response on how they liked or disliked my offer. It was going to be sent right away but because of the power outage it wasn’t delivered until early this afternoon, 9am to be exact, and they were due to have a sit down discussion of the offer at 6pm. I can only imagine what that had to be like. I mean seriously I low balled the heck out of these people and I’m sure they’re sitting there either cursing my name, or hoping to goodness that if they counter I’ll accept. Since my realtor called their realtor several times it seems his cell phone must have died and because of the power outages I assume there was little chance to get in touch.
So I’m sitting here tonight wondering what those people are thinking. It seems they either can’t afford the home they have what with two children and a big house like that to afford. It’s strange to think that there is a possibility that tomorrow I could be on my way to be a home owner, and it’s a little scary. Seems that once all is said and done it will cost me about 9k out of pocket in putting money down on the house and on the closing costs/warranty/fees to actually buy the home. I can think of a million other ways I could spend that money, buy a dodge viper (partially), new computers, new desk, new bed, apartment rent for a few months, tons of new books, cloths, shoes, a monkey, and a miscellaneous list of other things I could do.
I suppose I’ll know tomorrow just how desperate these people are to move and for me to take over the house. I think it’s a pretty neat house, and I really love it. I mean it’s the perfect house, big yard, but I hate the neighborhood. I don’t hate it I guess but it feels like I just walked past where a person just sneezed. You know it’s probably safe to do that but you get the tingle on the back of your neck thinking about what could be on you. I suppose that’s how I feel about the neighborhood.
I’ll tell you this. First thing I’m doing when I get the house is turning on the fireplace, and buying a nice couch so I can sit in front of it. Sounds nice. If I don’t get the house no loss, at least financially, I’ll be a little bummed, but some things are just not meant to be if they don’t work out. I wish some people would take that advice on many levels, but then again common sense isn’t common.