Today has been a healthy dose of disappointment.
It started with the news that my latest offer on the house was rejected. Not only was it rejected - it was punted right off the field. I didn't think it was that laughable an offer. I know that what's happening to me has happened and is happening to many people. Friends, you are not alone. I know many of you have felt my same disappointment and frustration too and it helps to know that I'm not alone in this.
The saddest news of the day is that our little neighborhood pet, Tailey, passed away today. Our neighbor found him all curled up outside. Even squirrels have their time. He was buried by the neighbor's barn with a little stone to mark his spot. I'm so grateful that our neighbors have come to love little Tailey just as much as we have. Rest in peace, little Tailey. We'll miss you from the 227.
Monday, June 11, 2012
Monday, June 4, 2012
The plan is no plan.
So I'm watching 'My First Place' and this young couple is a bit crazy. I'm hoping I'm not that crazy. The girl just told her boyfriend that if he doesn't "let" her have this house then he's crushing her dreams. No pressure. Good luck, couple.
It gives me perspective on the bad news I received today. The latest offer was rejected. This puts me in a choose-you-own-adventure-like situation. I could go one of many ways: 1.) offer more; 2.) give up and move on to the next; 3.) give up completely and move to France. Even after I make a decision there are a number of ways I could go: 1b.) stick to my budget; 1c.) realize that I could end up over-paying for the neighborhood; 2b.) look for alternate neighborhoods; 2c.) submit the 'impossible dream' offer on the over-taxed house in Shaker; 3b.) how will I pay my bills?
It's really hard for me to make these decisions for myself. I have been soliciting the opinions of just about everyone within earshot but I know at the end of the day it's just my decision that matters. If I'm being honest, I'm afraid someone (anyone) will tell me I made a bad decision. I know that's inevitable because not everyone will think what I'm doing is a good idea.
Update on the couple: they're having about as much luck as I have been. The girl just confessed that she's decorated every room in the mold-infested house, had their first child and that there's no other house she wants. The boy just said he refi'd his student loans and her car to free up more money to make her happy. Trouble ahead, I'm sure.
Every house is perfect until the next house comes along. That's something that I've learned in my short four months looking for houses. It's easy to get emotionally involved but as each disappointment comes along, it makes dealing with the next that much easier. I'm learning, I'm figuring out what I want (and what I don't) and I'll keep looking. This already feels less disappointing.
Oh! Also, since I have more of a 'direction' with blogging I am considering changing the name and getting a new header. I'm having trouble coming up with something clever. Stay tuned.
It gives me perspective on the bad news I received today. The latest offer was rejected. This puts me in a choose-you-own-adventure-like situation. I could go one of many ways: 1.) offer more; 2.) give up and move on to the next; 3.) give up completely and move to France. Even after I make a decision there are a number of ways I could go: 1b.) stick to my budget; 1c.) realize that I could end up over-paying for the neighborhood; 2b.) look for alternate neighborhoods; 2c.) submit the 'impossible dream' offer on the over-taxed house in Shaker; 3b.) how will I pay my bills?
It's really hard for me to make these decisions for myself. I have been soliciting the opinions of just about everyone within earshot but I know at the end of the day it's just my decision that matters. If I'm being honest, I'm afraid someone (anyone) will tell me I made a bad decision. I know that's inevitable because not everyone will think what I'm doing is a good idea.
Update on the couple: they're having about as much luck as I have been. The girl just confessed that she's decorated every room in the mold-infested house, had their first child and that there's no other house she wants. The boy just said he refi'd his student loans and her car to free up more money to make her happy. Trouble ahead, I'm sure.
Every house is perfect until the next house comes along. That's something that I've learned in my short four months looking for houses. It's easy to get emotionally involved but as each disappointment comes along, it makes dealing with the next that much easier. I'm learning, I'm figuring out what I want (and what I don't) and I'll keep looking. This already feels less disappointing.
Oh! Also, since I have more of a 'direction' with blogging I am considering changing the name and getting a new header. I'm having trouble coming up with something clever. Stay tuned.
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Offer.
I've put an offer in on a home. It's not my first offer on a home but it's still nervous-making. This will be the third home I've offered on and by far the one that's needed the most work. I'm anticipating that someday (hopefully very, very soon) when an offer is accepted and I become a homeowner, that it will be as transcendent as I think it will be. I'll be a home owner. A.home.owner. That's a pretty big deal for a self-made vagabond like me. It's the most permanent fixture I'll have ever had. I'm not trying to over-inflate this simple thing that people do every day; I'm just trying to convey to you, dear friend, the depth of my inexperience.
I found myself worrying recently on whether or not it's okay to paint wood, if I should forego my desires for white wood in order to keep the integrity of the home, if when I eventually sell the home if some stranger will wonder 'what was she thinking?!'. I worry that a fence will close me off too much to the neighbors, if it will make me seem unapproachable. Those are silly things to worry about (I know) but I find myself thinking about them nonetheless. I won't even go into detail that I worry about the neighbors' potential food allergies should I bake cookies or a lasagna to introduce myself.
Enough of my neurosis. I'm preparing for this next endeavor by reading as much as I can, watching as many Rehab Addict-like shows as I can, researching property taxes (I'm basically an expert), crunching numbers, budgeting (something I don't like at.all) and enjoying the last of my super long nails. I'm hoping for some great news this week. I've found that a lot of this process is really about hope.
I found myself worrying recently on whether or not it's okay to paint wood, if I should forego my desires for white wood in order to keep the integrity of the home, if when I eventually sell the home if some stranger will wonder 'what was she thinking?!'. I worry that a fence will close me off too much to the neighbors, if it will make me seem unapproachable. Those are silly things to worry about (I know) but I find myself thinking about them nonetheless. I won't even go into detail that I worry about the neighbors' potential food allergies should I bake cookies or a lasagna to introduce myself.
Enough of my neurosis. I'm preparing for this next endeavor by reading as much as I can, watching as many Rehab Addict-like shows as I can, researching property taxes (I'm basically an expert), crunching numbers, budgeting (something I don't like at.all) and enjoying the last of my super long nails. I'm hoping for some great news this week. I've found that a lot of this process is really about hope.
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