You may remember a week or two ago when I wrote this post about losing out on a house that we loved. It really stung and was a very emotional turn in this whole house hunting business. But we pulled ourselves together, regrouped and carried on.
We looked at, oh another 25 houses and then we came across this bad boy
When I first saw the pictures I didn't even want to look at the house. It looked so small and narrow, but Andy insisted, basically because we were getting desperate and running out of options. I don't know who was in charge of taking pictures of this house, but they should be fired. The house was beautiful and roomy and bright. It wasn't perfect. The kitchen wasn't what I had in mind and the basement was a bit small and one of the bathrooms needed some updating, but the overall house was great and it's in a great neighborhood with a lot of kids on the block and you can walk to the park. We thought it over for a few days, figured out our finances and decided we were going to put in an offer.
We had a few back and forths negotiating and then we got the call. Someone else had offered significantly closer to the asking price. We put in our best offer, which was still beyond reasonable and it still wasn't good enough.
I'm so mutherfucking pissed off. What the mother fuck? I should have been nicer in high school. Maybe my realtor is the real life Bad Luck Brian.
I'm just over it. If you need me I'll be washing down my pint of Ben and Jerry's with a bottle of Cab.