I have to admit that I tried to be kind of blasé about this house in my posts about our search. It needed a lot of work, but it was in a really wonderful neighborhood. Both of us have colleagues in the area and we would come to find out that one of Baxter's siblings lives there, too.
We decided to buy the house I labeled "the cave" in earlier posts. In reality, it wasn't a cave. The house just needed a bit (okay, a lot) of work to release it from its current cave-like existence. We thought we could do it.
You could say we were fulfilling two real estate sayings. We were settling on a not-so-great house in a fantastic neighborhood and we were paying for our neighbors.
So, we put together an offer and submitted it electronically. I love that Jim Duncan is a paperless realtor. It only took a few minutes to go from talking about an offer to signing one. Off the document went and we were like
I had a hard time focusing on anything after we made the offer. I jumped every time the phone rang. I checked my email obsessively. I got almost no sleep.
Three days later, Jim contacted the listing agent to ask what was going on. She hadn't even shown the offer to the seller yet. She had an offer on a house that needed work, that had been empty for over a year, and she didn't show it to her seller for three days?
The night of Jim's phone call, the seller's agent physically went to the man to show him our offer. Of course, there was some back and forth after that. Every time, it took the seller's agent days and days to respond to us. There were points when I wanted to talk to the seller's agent myself. I was getting ticked off.
I was lobbying for walking away from the house completely. I didn't need this house. There were others we liked. I felt sorry for our seller. I bet he had no idea that his agent was souring the deal.