I really was going to write more today, but I’m too upset to do so.
We put an offer on a house this weekend that we love. More than the other house.
It was $20k above our maximum offer price. We offered. It’s too low. They won’t budge. We can’t budge.
So we’re shit outta luck, once again. Back to the drawing board.
I’ll write more about this later, but I’m getting so tired of this. We’ve seen at least 20, if not 30 houses. I knew buying a house wasn’t easy, but I didn’t realize it would be this hard. I thought just finding the perfect one was the hard part. I didn’t realize actually getting them to sell it to you for your asking price or being chosen over someone else was also difficult.
The stress is getting to me. My husband is gone again for three days. Less than two weeks until I start my new job, less than three weeks before I go back to school. I’m freaking out. But I feel like I say this shit at least once a week. I’m on repeat, over and over.
So I’ll shut up now. I’ll update another day, when I’m not feeling so bitchy and whoremonal. Cripes.