I have momentous news that I finally feel able to share with everyone. This week, after an insanely short amount of time actually looking for one, I am purchasing a town home. This decision wasn't even a gleam in my eye until a couple of weeks ago. But now, here I am, about to sign my life away.
I'm sure you all remember my move about 18 months ago. And I wasn't thinking of moving again any time soon. My apartment has been fine for the most part, and a pleasant upgrade from my old place. However, some things were getting on my nerves - such as a landlord who won't take care of the landscaping, or even really keep the place up. Another thing has been the freeway noise that I can hear through the vents at night, as well as the terribly thin walls between my and my neighbor's bedroom. Really, I don't care what he does in his bedroom, I just don't want to hear it.
So a couple of weeks ago while I was pondering my dilemma, it hit on me that this might be the right time to buy. Rates are really low, and you can get a lot more for the money. So, I made contact with some mortgage people and asked them to start running some numbers for me. While that was going on, I made contact with a Realtor that was recommended by my sister-in-law. We talked over the phone, agreed to meet, and I made it clear that I wasn't afraid to take my time looking to find the right place.
Last Thursday, I met Laura (the Realtor), and we went and looked at a few places. One I liked pretty good, but it was a little small, so I decided to keep looking. The next day, she sent me info on a couple of more places, and I chose one to go look at. We met last Saturday and went through the place. I was stunned by how big it was, and even though it was older, it was in decent shape, and had most of the things I was looking for. Laura felt the price was competitive and that it would move pretty quick. She felt we should make an offer on it. Reluctantly I agreed, with the stipulation that I could get out of the deal within 10 days. I mean, I hadn't planned on things happening anywhere near that fast, and wasn't prepared mentally or emotionally for pulling the trigger.
I went home and slept on it overnight (well, I tried to anyway - but I didn't really sleep), then fasted and prayed about it the next day. Gradually I got more comfortable with the idea, and by Monday, I was pretty excited. Angel went with me and Laura to look at it that night, and although wracked with nerves, I still felt good about it. Then Tuesday evening I received a counter offer, which I accepted.
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