The Sinister Scribe

Well, we received (and countered) our first offer on the house last night. Our wonderful realtor, is confident (dare I say a little cocky ; )) that they will accept our counter.

The family that sent the offer is very nice and would fit into the neighborhood well. Their daughter is 3 years and their son is 8 weeks and the mother is currently a SAHM (stay at home mom). The daughter would have her pick of at least 2 playmates her age (one next door and one across the street whose mothers are also SAHMs)

After the realtors left last night, Bob and I just sat in the living room... staring. There was nothing really to talk about in regards to this. We've hashed it many times now and I think we were both a bit shaken and thinking... "holy shit! this may actually happen" Bob has a funny account on his blog of folks being surprised when they get what they ask for...seems we're following suit.

So, this morning, I'm a-sittin at my desk watching the minutes tick away and waiting for a call to know whether or not they accepted. My gut tells me they will counter with another offer that is a little highter than their first. In which case, we will decline it and Saturday's open house will proceed as planned. Our house is now priced at the bottom of the market (it was priced at the top when we started this insanity) and is priced well (according to the afore mentioned wonderful realtor).

If they accept it, I will go lock myself in the broom closet and not-so-quietly have a panic attack. Wait... there's no broom closet here... guess can't do that. ; ) No, IF they accept, things will quickly jump into bloody high gear as we begin to map a course down this chosen path... at the end of which (we hope) is the bright future of our choosing.

Part of me (an increasingly smaller... wait... increasingly decreasing part *snorts*) still doesn't believe this will happen... or maybe that part is just completely numb at this point.

*sighs* Its 9:18 now....

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10:18 phone rang... work related... phewey!

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It is now 14:01... wait... I mean 2:01. *Sighs* No calls, no messages. Maybe they're trying to make us sweat...? *shrugs* Bob has summed up his feelings (and mine) quite succinctly. He really does not think these are "our buyers." He may be right.

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2005-08-04 9:02 AM A First Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: Contemplative Read/Post Comments (2) Share on Facebook	Well, we received (and countered) our first offer on the house last night. Our wonderful realtor, is confident (dare I say a little cocky ; )) that they will accept our counter. The family that sent the offer is very nice and would fit into the neighborhood well. Their daughter is 3 years and their son is 8 weeks and the mother is currently a SAHM (stay at home mom). The daughter would have her pick of at least 2 playmates her age (one next door and one across the street whose mothers are also SAHMs) After the realtors left last night, Bob and I just sat in the living room... staring. There was nothing really to talk about in regards to this. We've hashed it many times now and I think we were both a bit shaken and thinking... "holy shit! this may actually happen" Bob has a funny account on his blog of folks being surprised when they get what they ask for...seems we're following suit. So, this morning, I'm a-sittin at my desk watching the minutes tick away and waiting for a call to know whether or not they accepted. My gut tells me they will counter with another offer that is a little highter than their first. In which case, we will decline it and Saturday's open house will proceed as planned. Our house is now priced at the bottom of the market (it was priced at the top when we started this insanity) and is priced well (according to the afore mentioned wonderful realtor). If they accept it, I will go lock myself in the broom closet and not-so-quietly have a panic attack. Wait... there's no broom closet here... guess can't do that. ; ) No, IF they accept, things will quickly jump into bloody high gear as we begin to map a course down this chosen path... at the end of which (we hope) is the bright future of our choosing. Part of me (an increasingly smaller... wait... increasingly decreasing part snorts) still doesn't believe this will happen... or maybe that part is just completely numb at this point. sighs Its 9:18 now.... >>:-:<>:--:<>:--:<>:--:<>:--:<>:-:<< 10:18 phone rang... work related... phewey! >>:-:<>:--:<>:--:<>:--:<>:--:<>:-:<< It is now 14:01... wait... I mean 2:01. Sighs No calls, no messages. Maybe they're trying to make us sweat...? shrugs Bob has summed up his feelings (and mine) quite succinctly. He really does not think these are "our buyers." He may be right. Read/Post Comments (2) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top
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