I only wish it was this English thatched house, but it isn't. I, who know little to nothing about business, real estate, taxes, legal proceedings and paperwork, etc., went to an open house yesterday and with much gnashing of teeth, bought a house. Let me explain.
This is not something I would ever do. But, never say never. We are in the process of selling our city house. Let me add here that the moving process and packing and sale, sucks. I rarely ever move and in fact, we've lived at the farm for 33 years. Yet, we needed another house in the city. My children and grandchildren live there, and my husband works there 3 days a week. First, my daughter-in-law suggested we go to an open house on Saturday. I loved it. I went home and couldn't quit thinking about it. Everyone, except my husband, who said it'll still be there (he's old school and doesn't know how houses sell in that part of the city), said if you want it you'd better make an offer or you'll lose it. Where it could take a year or two to sell the farm someday, city houses go fast.
So I took my daughter and her babies back Sunday to look at it. Many lookers were there. We went back out to the truck and I agonized over whether I should put in an offer or not. I thought I would have a panic attack, or worse. I am the type of person to overthink everything, have to research and weigh things carefully. I finally got up the nerve, texted my husband that I was going to put in an offer on a house and meekly knocked on the door, ready to flee at any moment. I am a spineless wuss I'll admit.
I took the seller aside and told her I'd like to make an offer. We went into her office and I told her I would offer full price and asked for a floor allowance. I don't do carpet; have to have hardwood floors throughout. She agreed and she asked me to read contract first (it was legaleze and my brain was foggy and eyes glazed over). She came back in and we proceeded. Her husband called her out. Seems the wife of another looker told her husband what was happening and they quickly wanted to make an offer. The seller then told me the other people offered full ask with no allowances. What could I do? she asked. I had to up my offer with no allowances, but told them that was all I could do. The other man that was making an offer, told them he'd beat whatever my offer was.
I thought I would die. I, who know nothing of such proceedings and am a milktoast pushover, waited for their reply. They were looking at me, trying to decide what to do for a long few minutes. Then, the seller's husband said he didn't want to get into this bidding war, and was going to go with me.
I died. But, I got through it, though didn't sleep at all last night and am still running on adrenaline. It nearly slipped away from me and I got it by the skin of my teeth, within seconds really. They've already had four more offers they had to turn down. The man that lost out was devastated and wouldn't leave. Kept wanting to up the anty.
So, my husband didn't kill me. We've been at the bank this morning filling out forms. They want copies of everything financial and contractual etc. Buying a house in the US is crazy, with all the inspections, closing companies, mortgage companies, inspectors and appraisers, etc. Is it so complicated in other countries?
I love English thatched cottages which mine is definitely not. But, I loved the house and felt it was the one. What I didn't tell you is that it was the first one I've looked at which is why my husband was so opposed. "You can't take the first house you look at!" he said. I know. It is weird, but I just knew it was the one and was afraid of losing it and I just about did.