We sold our house this weekend.
I was grabbing my second cup of coffee Saturday morning and putting the kids on notice that we had a showing at 10:00 when our agent called asking if we’d checked our email. He had forwarded an offer that came in at 4:00 that morning (there’s an agent who is PERKY, people) and
I tried not to throw up from stress we took a look at it and it was a decent starting point for negotiations.
We pretty much stayed on the phone through the course of the day while we were out running errands and eating lunch
and popping Xanax, and by the middle of the afternoon, it became apparent that the person on the other end was really most interested in a specific settlement date and once we figured that out, it worked to our advantage in getting the price we wanted out of the house.
When the dust cleared around 6:00 that afternoon, we ended up at a place where we got our price and they got their closing date and everyone was happy and relieved if not slightly overwrought by the course of events.
Because over-dramatic theatrics always make life more interesting.
So where do we stand?
1. We have to be out of the house by June 30th and into something new.
2. Our bank requires 30 days to process the loan for our new house.
3. So we have to find a new house in the next two weeks.
4. We decide that we’re going to build and we move into an apartment for the next eight months until that process is complete.
And did I mention that Craig’s in the middle of opening a new office in California that’s supposed to go live next month?
Oh, this makes me nervous giggle.
It’s all good and it’s all crazy.
In other words, just another Monday.
Have a nice day.