I knew that house-hunting could break your heart and ruin your sanity, but I didn't expect to happen to me so quickly. Oh, I jest, but last week was a serious roller coaster. We found a lovely house and were in love with it. No one warned me not to set my heart on something so quickly. Too late - I had already bonded with the birdhouses* in the back yard. When we sat back and looked at the cold hard facts of the situation, it hurt deeply. I was very sad last week, to say the least.
Thomas in the back yard, while we were waiting for gas to be turned on
The big drawback is that this house is a foreclosure. Sure, you can get a great deal, but they are altogether more tricky to buy, and if there is anything that needs to be fixed or repaired, it's up to you. It's like buying a house from yourself, really. We were going to have to sink some serious cash into the house before signing closing papers, due to the sort of loan we have. We looked at our bank account and what needed to be done and it wasn't going to work out. (As well as buy several big appliances to live in the house, you know, a refrigerator is rather essential.) Not to mention, the realtor attached to the house seems to be completely uninterested in selling the house. I could list all his transgressions, but I want to stay in a positive place. We rushed around getting the gas turned on for a home inspection, Beaux went over and fit the stove into the counter (long story why that wasn't done), and we had an inspection date. That had to be cancelled. And the next one had to be cancelled. The electricity never got turned on (the bank's responsibility, i.e., the sucky realtor) and was going to take another week to get turned on. We took that last bit as a sign and I felt peace when we made the decision, immediate peace. I already have a list of five houses we're going to tour on Thursday afternoon.
Of course, checking my saved listings, I see they've dropped the price on "our" house. Bastards!
So, really, I do ask for your best advice on all of this. I am going to try very hard not to get emotionally attached again. This is pretty much impossible, since you have visualize yourself in the space. But I want to be smart! But I don't want to buy something that doesn't rock my world, you understand. I am definitely feeling hopeful and trusting that something beautiful awaits, if I can only make it through the process without developing a drinking habit or needing a prescription for pills that make things seem a little more blurry.
The good news is that we have a smart, capable realtor who we adore. She is kind and understands us and isn't trying to make us buy a house beyond our means. I am thankful for that. She also answers emails and phone calls with lightning speed, which is what you want in a realtor.
I plan to come back tomorrow and talk about what I've read in the first two months of the year. Two posts in two days! I might just break the whole Internet with such foolishness!
*You thought I was kidding about the birdhouse, didn't you?