Despite what it looks like, I haven‘t fallen off the face of the earth.
Nope. Still here.
But a lot has happened in a few weeks.
So where did I leave off? Oh yeah, we were getting ready for pictures to be taken of our condo so that it could be officially listed for sale.
Well, that happened, and much to our surprise we had a lot of interest right away. The condo was listed on a Saturday, and by Friday we had two offers. There was enough interest in the property to warrant a “highest and best” and the following Tuesday we accepted an offer that was slightly above asking.
Awesome. But…shocking. You have to understand where we were emotionally and mentally. We put our place up for sale thinking we would test the market. We figured there probably wouldn’t be any interest and we would try again next year.
This isn’t a normal market. This is Detroit. Buying into our building right now means cash only. We understood this shrunk the buyer pool considerably, and if we DID get any offers, they would probably be low ball offers from investors.
Well, not so. And um, we are scheduled to close this Friday. We worked out a deal where we will continue to rent our own apartment from the new owners for three weeks after closing to allow us to have a little more time to wrap things up, pack, and FIND A HOME!
Find a home…yeah. We’ll get back to that.
So meanwhile we are excited but also extremely sad to be saying goodbye to our beloved condo. That sounds weird since we weren’t forced to put it on the market. It made sense to list it, and I still don’t regret it. The profit we will make on this place in 3.5 years is kind of insane, and the interest rates are still low enough that it really makes sense to buy a house right now, before things get unaffordable again.
But I don’t think either one of us feels that we are “done” with our home. We love its uniqueness, it’s quirks, it’s history. We love our neighborhood, our neighbors, and what we have going here. We brought our daughter home to this apartment, and it’s all she has ever known. It’s cozy. It’s low maintenance. It’s perfectly ours. Thinking about passing that on to someone else feels very odd. Almost like giving up a loved one for adoption. That probably sounds dramatic, but it’s true. It’s the fourth member of our family.
But we do want the benefits that a home would bring us. And it makes sense to do it now. We hope our family will continue to grow, and our two bedroom condo isn’t going to magically sprout a third bedroom. Or a yard.
Now. Let’s get into the craziness.
As soon as we accepted the offer on our place, I got busy with house hunting. Ugh. That should be the fun part, but our budget is pretty modest, and since we’ve really narrowed down where we want to live there just isn’t a lot on the market at any given time.
Well, miracle of all miracles, the first time out I found the winner. It was far nicer than I thought we would be able to afford, and it was big! Move in ready! Hardwoods! Character! A fireplace! Original 1930s bathrooms! Good location within the neighborhood! Guys, I even cried. I called Brian right away to come see the house because I knew he would want to put an offer in.
Well, we put an offer in alright. “They” “countered” at full asking price. Ok, full asking price it is! Then we waited. Long story short, we had a full frustrating week of trying to contact the seller’s realtor who turned out to be a lying snake. It turned out the house was already under contract and had been for some time. That was a rough week. We were confused, stressed, disappointed, and angry because we’d been strung along needlessly. We had no choice but to move on, so move on we did.
Oh, did I mention I’ve also been traveling a lot during this whole process? Yeah, not optimal.
Oh! And Brian started a new job last week! Not stressful at all!
Anyway, I went out and looked at some houses today. One has potential, and we’d like to put in an offer except….it’s a short sale. Wah wah wahhhh… Short sales are not something we want to mess with, but it would be a cash buy, so maybe? Maybe that would move things along? Anyway, I’m not getting my hopes up like I did with the last place. We are going to keep searching and we’re bound to find the right place one of these days.
It’s a weird feeling being “homeless.” I’m a person who likes being settled, and not knowing when I will get there again is… unsettling. But I am also trying to be in good spirits. This is an exciting time and I am extremely thankful for opportunities and closed doors too. Because each closed door brings us one step closer to where we are supposed to be.
I just hope we get there quickly without too many bumps and bruises!