House Hunting, and why my brain is broken.
They make it look like so much fun on television, don't they?
Tuesday my husband and I went trekking with our realtor to look at homes. We saw six. Of the six, only two looked like they wouldn't be an expensive project to make livable. They were nice houses, but neither of us could picture living in them.
One we had fallen in love with, had been listed with another agency; the listing had expired this month. Well, we tried to contact the realtor anyway, thinking the owner must have just pulled it off for the winter to republish it in the spring. The owner had been very motivated to sell, according to another agent in the office.
Well, turns out after a month of trying to get the listing agent to call us back, and finally going to her boss for info, we get some surly calls back. The impression I got was that the listing agent was fired by the owner. Apparently, the owner is now handling some personal crisis and may not put the house up for sale again after all. Meanwhile I want to kick the shin of the second agent who got our hopes up about this house. Sigh.
Onward and weirdward... I found another house, of similar build to the one we fell in love with. It's an early federal era home, ca. 1800. The yard is smaller, and there may be an issue of a shared driveway, but otherwise it's very nice looking. With luck we'll be viewing it on Saturday.
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