So the house hunting is in full force. Earlier this week we found the weirdest, coolest, most interesting house I’ve ever seen. We made an offer and agreed to terms. Before the seller signed the agreement today, we bailed.
Thank. God. Let me explain…
We are a family of 5 and this was primarily a 3 bedroom house. The property had four buildings all connected by decks and bridges. It had a 3 br main house-a bit aged and in need of a lot of cosmetic work, a 3 level pool house, a bathhouse with an indoor pool, jacuzzi, and sunroom, and a two-level shop. Sounds awesome right? And it is. But the reality is we needed to do a lot of renovation to make it livable for the 5 of us, including building a master bathroom and closets in one of the rooms in the pool house to make it a master suite we could live with. $$$. And it hit us, the three buildings besides the main house had no HVAC. $$$. And a lot was riding on the appraisal. Even our mortgage broker didn’t know what to expect after he visited the house. All in all, waaaaay too much for the money we were about drop and the little we have in the bank compared to what we would need to drop didn’t compute.
We had moved fast because this was prime real estate in a prime spot. It has only been listed just a few hours before we were on it. But when the offer had been accepted I felt this HUGE weight of stress hit me. Huge. Thinking back on it, it was like God was telling me “no no no”. It was a good thing the seller’s Internet was down and he couldn’t sign the agreement in time. God’s hands.
I am so excited about the prospect of owning our own home again, yet terrified of it all the same. New chapter I guess. Change is always scary, and there seems to be a lot of it over the last couple of weeks. Personally and professionally.
2017, you’re kind of starting off on the wrong foot, just sayin’. Let’s re-direct, shall we?
How’ everyone else’s first week of 2017 going?