We got an offer on the house today. Actually, we got two, but one was way way too low. I am a bit uncomfortable with the other one, because it involves a contingency to sell their house. We are thinking about it and haven’t decided to accept or not.
After stressing about it for a while, I finally succombed to my inner stalker* and googled the couple. I found his blog. Then I found his twitter feed. Then I found her twitter feed. And her podcasts (though I can’t listen to them because I don’t have speakers right now.)
It turns out that this little snapshot of the family was very likeable. I think they seem like people I would want to hang out with at the park. Also, they were Obama supporters and I like to stack the hood with Democrats if at all possible, especially because we are planning to continue living very nearby.
I think they might possibly annoy the crap out of my really nosy, annoying neighbor.
None of these are really things that should influence my decision, but I was previously about 65% against accepting, now I am only about 20% and that is just my nerves.
The internet is a strange strange tool that can be used for good or evil. I am not sure which this is.
*Seriously, I am a stalker. If we have met in person, odds are I have looked up how much you paid for your house, what charities you support, any political donations you have made, your photo on facebook etc. Yes, I know I am creepy. It used to be my job to stalk people (nonprofits call it “prospect research” ) and now it is just second nature.
Things are moving forward around here.
We have had several more showings after a very busy open house. I have been fighting my phone-phobia and calling all the realtors for feedback. So far, I have been told the house is “adorable” and “lovely” and “shows beautifully”, which is good to hear. The only negatives we have received are about things I can’t really fix (big chimney in front of the house, two beds up/two down).
This time around, though, I am not putting everything on hold to focus on house stuff. We are beginning to look forward to summer. M has three weeks of school left, but we are already letting the girls stay up later and play outside until they drop of exhaustion. L would be outside every single minute of the day if we let her.
We did have a minor mishap last night. M took a header off her bike and landed right on her nose in a neighbor’s driveway. She was gushing blood everywhere. ( I had to hose down the driveway, there was so much carnage.) Strangely, I couldn’t find any open wounds (no scratches on her visible skin). We stuck some ice on her and she seems to have avoided bruises and black eyes. She said it doesn’t hurt unless she pushes on it really hard, so hopefully there isn’t any kind of broken bone or cartiledge. I also learned that Mr. A is not particularly practical in a bloody crisis. He was trying to help, but his help wasn’t very helpful.
This weekend is going to be jam-packed with stuff to do. We have the local Asian festival on Saturday, a friend’s party on Sunday and a parade and neighborhood block party on Monday.
I am already tired just thinking about it. Have a great weekend!
You know how they say when things seem too good to be true, they probaby are? Yeah, Those people are right.
Last night, we found out that the offer on our house fell through. We are a bit disappointed, but to be honest, things had been getting weirder and weirder with those people. We are glad we found out now, rather than a month from now.
So we are back on the market. The house is spotless. We will see what happens. If we can’t find a buyer by the end of June, we will just take it off the market. I am not interested in ruining my whole summer trying to keep a spotless house.
I am feeling very zen about the whole thing. If it works out, great. If not, well, then we don’t have to move into an apartment while we wait for the perfect house. I feel very fortunate that we don’t have a lot of pressure to make the house sell.
Zen is my middle name.
She wrote back.
Her oldest son is named Matthew. That makes me really happy. And her younger son looks just the tiniest bit like his uncle.
I think maybe we will meet up soon.
Her dad wants to talk to me. That makes me a little nervous.
I have a lot to think about, but mostly it is all good.
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It is an hour after I wrote the first part of this post. I came back downstairs because I didn’t want to wake Mr. A with my stifled crying. This is the first time I have done the ugly cry in a long, long time.
All these years, I have kept my memories of Matt, his suicide and the misery of grieving alone wrapped up tight in a box and shoved way down into the far reaches of my consciousness. I still thought of Matt, but my brain mercifully glossed over the most painful parts.
Tonight, it feels a little like that box cracked open and all the memories – good and bad- are flooding back out.
I’ve missed him all these years, so it a way, I am thankful to have these memories in all their technicolor glory again.
The downside, obviously, is that this is more than a little overwhelming.
I was cleaning out my car today and found a pair of THESE socks that I won in my Grandma’s Easter egg hunt. AROMATHERAPY socks.
WHY oh WHY?
Why would anyone want to put aromatherapy on their FEET? Do you really smell your own feet throughout the day? Are they for the partners of foot fetishists?
What the EFFITY EFF?
Someone got paid good money to invent aromatherapy SOCKS.
In other news, we are waiting for the inspection results from the buyers. Their inspector damaged my house in several minor ways (a big scratch on a wall, pulling up the edge of carpet), left some items of mine moved into different locations and they tracked grass and mud into every single room of my house (including leaving mud on white rugs in the girls’ room and my bathroom).
Now that 2.5 days have passed, I have settled down about it, but on Friday when I came home and found that mess in my immaculate house, I was quite agitated. The negative feelings have left me feeling like this deal might be doomed. We shall see. Since these were only the second people who saw the house once it was listed on the MLS, I am confident there are other potential buyers out there. Let’s just say I am not packing yet.
Also, I emailed Matt’s sister and in addition to some general banal catching up, I told her that I was very sorry we haven’t spoken since he died and that I still think of him often. It has been several days and I still don’t have a response from her. That’s ok though, because at the very least, I got to say what I have wanted to say for years and years.
That is all the news that is fit to print.
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