Monday, April 09, 2012
Paul and I found a house that we were ABSOLUTELY in love with, just from driving by it and seeing the pictures of it online. It was the one that made us take the steps toward homebuying. We called the mortgage broker on Monday, called the Realtor on Tuesday... and found out that house had gone to contract THAT DAY.
We look at a bunch of houses Wednesday night. Too much to absorb everything at once, but there's one house that sticks out in our mind, so we ask to go back and look at it, and we have my Dad go with us. Dad is the voice of reason, and he points out several things that made us decide to back down on that one.
Found another one that was almost love at first sight, Dad came and approved as well, encouraged us to go for it. Called the Realtor this morning, made an offer on the house, Realtor calls me back later, tells me that this house has gone under contract last week. It's not his fault he didn't know, I asked to look at it myself, while we were in the same neighborhood looking at another house. He didn't have any of the spec's on this house, but allowed us to check it out.
I am SO heartbroken this morning. I cried this morning in ways that I cried when my Mom died. I AM an emotional person and I wear my heart on my sleeve, and I am SO upset. It feels like we won't find something. I know it's only been one week, but in that time TWO houses I've loved have been pulled right out from under me.
I scrubbed my bathtub this morning with the mantra in my head "Might as well clean this house, looks like we'll be living here forever."
S/n: I haven't been to the gym in a week, and I've eaten like crap, during this home-searching process, and I weighed myself yesterday to find that I had maintained my weight. Woohoo better metabolism!