It’s the weekend, y’all!
And I need to take a chill pill. We lost out on our dream house, beat out by a last-minute cash offer (who has that much cash just lying around?!) and quite frankly, I was devastated. We have looked at many homes during our 14 years of marriage and made several offers. When they were rejected or fell through, we walked away without a backward glance. This is the first home that prompted a visceral reaction; when walking through it, I felt it in the pit of my stomach: THIS is the house. Throughout the process the seller’s agent led us to believe we were the top choice. We were the lovely young family with stellar credit and a big down payment. The homeowner is even a huge fan of SB Nation, which my DH helped found, and was stoked to sell us his house!
Then some asshat with a pile of cash swoops in and we can suck it. Ugh. Honestly, I think what bugs me the most is the letter I wrote to persuade them to accept our offer. It was heartfelt and earnest and I even included a picture of our family. I now wish I had never written it. When you get down to it, I was begging these people to please take our life savings! How f*cked up is that?!
Ah well. Live and learn, right? In the meantime potential buyers are still parading in and out of our house. It’s annoying because we have no house on the horizon, but it’s also annoying because no offers are forthcoming. DH said, “It feels like we’re going on a bunch of first dates and NO ONE is asking for a second date.”
So: this weekend I will throw myself into prepping for our vacation. Lord knows we could use it! I am going to relish not thinking about homes or offers or counteroffers for a solid week. And WOW, am I glad we chose an all-inclusive resort with free drinks!
What are you up to this weekend? Chat away!