In other news, we have been attempting to move. We found a short sale in January we were interested in and we made an offer, knowing that short sales could take months dealing with the banks and their very little wiggle room. At the time of our offer, we had 2 bathrooms half torn apart and some other repairs desperately needed to get our house in selling order. Scary- short sales don't work with contingencies.
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| The house is a different color now, sort of pinkish to Matt's dismay |
We were hoping that time would be on our side, the short sale would take a long time, and we would get our house sold. Reality = offer accepted within about 3 weeks with a closing date of March 17th. Yikes. We got our house listed last Thursday (2/17) with an agent (4 weeks after our offer, 1 week after our offer was accepted). Saturday (2/19), we did the inspection on the new house which was contractually our last chance to back out. We signed off crossing our fingers for the 4 showings on our house that day. Sunday (2/20), 1 more showing. No weekend offers but a few comments about wanting a bigger house and a complaint about our yard not being lush with green grass (um, thanks. Its February and 12 inches of snow just melted).
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| It looks okay in the spring time though! |
Did I mention we have to put on a new roof due to some recalled shingles that came with the house? Oh yea, and the home warranty inspection we did as a "selling point" revealed that our 1972 furnace has a cracked heat exchange and is slowly leaking carbon monoxide (Gus and Wiggity sleep 2 feet from this furnace). The lucky buyers just got 2 more selling points and our profit just shrank.
Monday (2/21), there was a late morning showing and Matt took the puppies for a ride to "Divine Truth." He bought a St. Joseph statue and we were both a little creeped out by the "Home Sales" packaging. Really? I knew people had faith in the tradition but I didn't realize it was so 'commercialized.' We felt weird burying him so St. Joe posted up in a window sill Monday night. Stress was getting higher.
Papa Joe had been hearing a lot from us and Tuesday evening (2/22), we had another showing. We had looked at a house a street over from ours a few weeks before we found the house we offered on and the listing agent informed us a family with friends in the neighborhood had been through it 3 times. We joked that they should buy our house instead. They ended up not getting it and Tuesday night, low and behold, they were coming to see our house. I took the dogs and Matt went to work just before 5:00 as the people were pulling up. 5:21 drive-by, 3 cars + the agent's car still there. 5:37 I pulled in as the agent pulled out. That took awhile.
Wednesday night (last night) Matt was attempting to woo his blueberry basket and he nonchalantly told me, we had an offer and they want to close March 31. WHAT?!?! "Go, go, go, Joseph, you know what they say...." The Tuesday night people put in an offer! Isn't it weird that we joked about them buying it a month and a half before we even listed?? We may counter (Matt is meeting the agent as we speak) but the good news is, we have a serious offer! And another showing at noon today (bidding war?!?).
There is some MAJOR stress off of my shoulders now and I am actually envisioning moving into the new house now. That's good considering our closing date is 3 weeks away! Which room will blueberry get? The bubblegum pink one with huge butterfly decals? The underwater mural of the ocean room complete with a giant whale? The camping/outdoorsy bear and pine tree room? How about any of the above coated in thick primer!
Oh, and to top this all off, aside from blueberry being a secret right now to everyone, the house status is sort of on the D.L. too. Everyone knows we are listed and we have offered, but we haven't told the news that its is ours and we have an offer. The next few weeks will be full of big reveals!
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