I know you are sitting on the edge of your seat in anticipation... WHAT HAPPENED WITH THAT HOUSE?!?!
Sunday morning, we got a call from the agent who wrote up our offer. There were 2 minor questions and she said that we should expect a signed contract tonight! GET OUT! (Seinfeld reference) So, what you're saying is, after a mere 24 hours after we saw the house for the first time, we were under contract? That's exactly what I'm saying. Finally. Something was going smoothly. We hoped to get back in the house Sunday to take some measurements and get a floor plan going, but we had to wait until Monday after work. No biggie. We spent Sunday doing exactly what we were told... Dropped off the earnest money, scheduled a home inspection, jumped for joy! With the help of a group text message, word about our new adventure was spreading quickly! There was nothing else we could do but wait, so we did knowing that it was going to be a short one this time.
Monday started my first day of daily doctor appointments. In an effort to not allow these appointments interfere with my daily routine, I decided that the 6:30am appointments would be best. This basically means that I need to be out of the house before I would normally wake up. Needs coffee..... oh wait, never mind. Before I even get to work on Monday, I get a text from 2 co-workers. They are calling in sick today. I get into work and my boss emailed - I have to cover BOTH of their responsibilities as well as my own. This whole idea of being calm for the next couple of weeks is really starting to be a joke.
I got a call from my doctor's office and my body is responding extremely well to the injections and, so far, things look like they will be going according to schedule. Super Duper! Even though I had done more work in the first 6 hours of the day than I had for the entire previous week, that was exactly the news I wanted to hear. I needed to fly through the remainder of the work so that I can fantasize about our new home and look up decor ideas and color palettes. I fell in love with a vintage scheme at about 4:25pm and I knew I wouldn't be able to last the remaining 5 minutes of my work day, so I was off.
Ryan and I were meeting my dad, Jody and the agent at the new house so I took the route that would be my new commute. 5 minutes closer. I got there in a flash, and Ryan was waiting. We were early, so we started walking around to plan our yard. Not even 3 minutes later, my dad and Jody pulled up and I could instantly tell that something was up. Boy, was I right....
My dad realized that after some careful consideration, this house is going to be a lot of work. We will always be working on it, because we don't have the $100,000 that it would take to fix everything at once. The initial "must-do" items were already going to leave us short changed. It didn't take long before I was holding back tears and we didn't even get into the house yet. Am I upset about this house or that its another bump in the road? My money is on the bump.
It became increasingly hard for me to listen. All I could hear is that this house was a piece of crap, and I just wanted to get back in the car and go home. It wouldn't be a serious conversation with my dad without a "but..." and this one was no exception. My dad and Jody talked and they wanted to give us the option to buy their house. We talked figures and then it was time to go into the house we were all standing in front of. Measure, measure, measure, downstairs, upstairs... hmmm... this house has kinda lost its luster. More measuring... this is going to be a lot of work. A few more minutes of chatting and we are all in our own cars again. Ryan and I talked the entire 20 minute car ride from the new house to Papa's house. The Pros of Dad's house immensely outweighed the Pros of the new house. We knew every secret Dad's house has. Plus, any work that was done on the house was done the right way and professionally. Not to mention, the kitchen is bigger than most people's living rooms!
We didn't need much convincing. We had already lived in this house, twice. From the beginning of our search we said how cool it would be to be able to buy that house, but never could figure out a way to do it. We all met in the Family Room of Papa's house to figure things out. Can we even get out of our current contract without losing our money? After about an hour of back and forth we were alone with our thoughts and thoroughly confused. Lots to think about and not much time to make the decision. Our first call was to our Mortgage guy. 8:00pm and he answered on the second ring. This guy is awesome. We explained the situation and he said he would try and figure out a way and get back to us tonight. Second call was to our actual realtor who is still on vacation. Explained again and he said that we have 5 days from Sunday to get out without question. Not even 5 minutes later our Mortgage guy called back. It can be done.
Dad: Hello?! We JUST left there!
Me: We're in.
Sunday morning, we got a call from the agent who wrote up our offer. There were 2 minor questions and she said that we should expect a signed contract tonight! GET OUT! (Seinfeld reference) So, what you're saying is, after a mere 24 hours after we saw the house for the first time, we were under contract? That's exactly what I'm saying. Finally. Something was going smoothly. We hoped to get back in the house Sunday to take some measurements and get a floor plan going, but we had to wait until Monday after work. No biggie. We spent Sunday doing exactly what we were told... Dropped off the earnest money, scheduled a home inspection, jumped for joy! With the help of a group text message, word about our new adventure was spreading quickly! There was nothing else we could do but wait, so we did knowing that it was going to be a short one this time.
Monday started my first day of daily doctor appointments. In an effort to not allow these appointments interfere with my daily routine, I decided that the 6:30am appointments would be best. This basically means that I need to be out of the house before I would normally wake up. Needs coffee..... oh wait, never mind. Before I even get to work on Monday, I get a text from 2 co-workers. They are calling in sick today. I get into work and my boss emailed - I have to cover BOTH of their responsibilities as well as my own. This whole idea of being calm for the next couple of weeks is really starting to be a joke.
I got a call from my doctor's office and my body is responding extremely well to the injections and, so far, things look like they will be going according to schedule. Super Duper! Even though I had done more work in the first 6 hours of the day than I had for the entire previous week, that was exactly the news I wanted to hear. I needed to fly through the remainder of the work so that I can fantasize about our new home and look up decor ideas and color palettes. I fell in love with a vintage scheme at about 4:25pm and I knew I wouldn't be able to last the remaining 5 minutes of my work day, so I was off.
Ryan and I were meeting my dad, Jody and the agent at the new house so I took the route that would be my new commute. 5 minutes closer. I got there in a flash, and Ryan was waiting. We were early, so we started walking around to plan our yard. Not even 3 minutes later, my dad and Jody pulled up and I could instantly tell that something was up. Boy, was I right....
My dad realized that after some careful consideration, this house is going to be a lot of work. We will always be working on it, because we don't have the $100,000 that it would take to fix everything at once. The initial "must-do" items were already going to leave us short changed. It didn't take long before I was holding back tears and we didn't even get into the house yet. Am I upset about this house or that its another bump in the road? My money is on the bump.
It became increasingly hard for me to listen. All I could hear is that this house was a piece of crap, and I just wanted to get back in the car and go home. It wouldn't be a serious conversation with my dad without a "but..." and this one was no exception. My dad and Jody talked and they wanted to give us the option to buy their house. We talked figures and then it was time to go into the house we were all standing in front of. Measure, measure, measure, downstairs, upstairs... hmmm... this house has kinda lost its luster. More measuring... this is going to be a lot of work. A few more minutes of chatting and we are all in our own cars again. Ryan and I talked the entire 20 minute car ride from the new house to Papa's house. The Pros of Dad's house immensely outweighed the Pros of the new house. We knew every secret Dad's house has. Plus, any work that was done on the house was done the right way and professionally. Not to mention, the kitchen is bigger than most people's living rooms!
We didn't need much convincing. We had already lived in this house, twice. From the beginning of our search we said how cool it would be to be able to buy that house, but never could figure out a way to do it. We all met in the Family Room of Papa's house to figure things out. Can we even get out of our current contract without losing our money? After about an hour of back and forth we were alone with our thoughts and thoroughly confused. Lots to think about and not much time to make the decision. Our first call was to our Mortgage guy. 8:00pm and he answered on the second ring. This guy is awesome. We explained the situation and he said he would try and figure out a way and get back to us tonight. Second call was to our actual realtor who is still on vacation. Explained again and he said that we have 5 days from Sunday to get out without question. Not even 5 minutes later our Mortgage guy called back. It can be done.
Dad: Hello?! We JUST left there!
Me: We're in.
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