At the time of my last blog, we stood at the precipice of buying a piece of property. And there we stood, looking over the edge of what seemed like was going to be a long 20 years, and we stood and stood. Then we circled, took a few steps back, re-assessed the insanity and took the plunge- but not the plunge that you may think. You see, I like to analyze things but my dh REALLY likes to analyze things..not that this is bad, especially in this case.
So, we discussed and discussed, and made lists, and discussed some more and after the engineer's report and the appraisal didn't come back with what we were hoping for, we pulled the offer on the property and decided to rejoin the land of the renters...sigh.
You see, we wanted to move into our own property so badly, that we were almost willing to take something that we weren't really happy with with. All in the name of privacy... It starts back with to when we moved back to NY, and moved back in with his mother and sister for what should have been a short stay...1 year later, we were moving.... That story is definitely worthy of its own blog.
Anyway, since that was not the optimal condition to live long term, we figured that we better move, or we might have headed for divorce court (or the insane asylum).
So for the sake of our own anything we almost bought a condo that we knew we were settling for, but fortunately we had an epiphany before it was too late. We drove our poor realtor and mortgage guy crazy, but they must be used to it; we told them we were no longer in the market and all they wanted to do was talk us out of it. Hmmm....ulterior motive or our best interest at heart....you make the call.
So now we decide on a rental, that opens a whole other bag of emotional goodness...stay tuned...
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