I usually don't post on this blog (though it is my name attached to it...hmm...), but we need to backtrack a little bit. Many of you know that we made an offer on a house a few weeks ago (see The American Dream post below...or don't and just keep reading, I'll save you a few extra minutes). We really liked the house, thought it would be great for our family and it fit into our price range. I accompanied the inspector last week and learned a great deal about home mainenance. We found, however, a number of things that gave us cause for concern.
I won't go into all of the gory details but to make a long story short, after being flexible on a number of issues ourselves, we requested some flexibility on the part of the sellers and asked for a couple of items in the inspection report to be addressed. We certainly didn't ask for everything we could have, only those that needed the most urgent and obvious repairs--things that if it had been me selling the house would have been done years ago. We were told, in a word, "No." To which we responded, "Fine," as in, "fine, your house isn't the only house for sale in West Salem." Still, we gave them one more chance, basically telling them we were going to walk and asking them what they would be willing to negotiate on so we can get this done. We were answered with the following (in its entirety), "We are not willing to negotiate any more on this property." Ok then.
With the baby due in late August, our window to find another house and close before the first week of August passes is quickly closing. As such, we will most likely remain where we are for at least a few more months before pursuing a home purchase any further.
The life lesson? I could have saved myself the 10 minutes to type this post if we had not jumped the gun in publicizing our (proposed) home purchase.
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When we sold our house, the inspector massacred it. We were in shock, he nit picked EVERY single thing possible. Some of it wasn't even true! We lost a sale over it. But the house was older, you buy an older home, you get an older home. It was 2400 square feet, and the price was for another home, a new one that size was a ton more. Owell, it ended up the house was being saved for an older woman who was desperately trying to find a house she could afford so she could raise her grandkids. We lost a ton of money (but still made a lot). So the right house will come along someday.
One door closes, another opens. Right? :D
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