So, it’s all fun and games until you actually want to buy one of the houses that you are looking at. I promptly rolled my eyes at every person who said “you will walk into the house and… you’ll know.” Know? Know what? Is it like some divine intervention from above? After I brought my eyes back into focus, I went about my house browsing business. I have watched hours and hours of House Hunters and very few of them just seemed to “know” if you ask me. (Trust me, you don’t want to know how many hours of House Hunters we’re talking here).
Strike #1: We browsed the open houses. We realized pretty quickly that Zillow is a lie (although it’s basically all you have) and the pictures of course don’t tell the whole story.
Strike #2: We went to visit two houses with our Relator. (More info about how we snagged one of those in this blog article.) The first house was built 100 years ago and while..quaint.. it was even too New England-y for my New England born boyfriend. That’s sayin’ something. The second house, although we saw it in the dark had an ominous sight in the front yard. A backhoe. Not really what you’re going for when you’re looking for confidence in a house. Mind you, they were replacing the septic, however, there was standing water in the back yard. One of the reasons we’re moving is standing water in the yard. No thanks. We’ll pass.
Not one to be discouraged, and maybe a bit over zealous, I proceeded to hunker down with a glass of wine and a bath and start expanding our search. After about 2 hours, pruned fingers, and 2 refills of hot water I had found 2 houses. Both houses ended up being in our price range (ish) and about 5 minutes further than we probably were going for from the place of the works. I sent them both over as text messages (yes, across the house) to the boyfriend and he seemed more than interested in both.
Now, you might be tempted to expect me to type “Strike #3” because we’re basically at the first batter of the ballgame, we’re in inning 1, we’re just starting out. Nope.
For some reason we actually hit a homer unexpectedly with one of the two “bathtub” houses. In less than 2 hours after the showing we had made an offer on the house.
Apparently everyone was right.. we just “knew.”
First of all, making an offer that quick is probably not the best. Although, I wonder if it’s basically like ripping off a band-aid. We also had to wait about 6 hours to hear back that we were able to actually get the house.
We were able to do a bit more finagiling with cost and some closing costs but I am truly convinced that there is much more to the art of offers than I am aware of, especially after making such a split second decision one.
So while this article is about the art of the offer, I don’t have much to well.. offer. All I can say is that we’re still within our budget and we got the house. I think for this blog I’m just going to throw out the shrug emoji on this one: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ The shrug emoji happens in tech support too– sometimes stuff you throw at the wall just seems to work.
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