Found a House

I looked at houses again yesterday, this time in the nicer-but-further-out neighborhood.  I had about 7 or 8 houses on my list, but the majority of them were under contract or pending, which at first made me very depressed.  We still looked at the ones that were under contract, and they were pretty crappy and then I started getting REALLY depressed.  What the hell was I going to end up with?

The next to the last house was an older home that must have been gutted and rebuilt.   It had that new house smell.  It was a little smaller than I wanted, but it was so nice and the landscaping was beautiful and I was practically clicking my heels because I was so certain this was going to be the one.

And that's when we went to the last house, which was not my favorite on the outside, but on the inside, it was spacious and homey and lovely.  And I wanted it.  I looked at it from top to bottom 3 times and wandered out in the yard.  I was quite smitten.   So I put in an offer last night.  I could barely sleep last night from the excitement/worrying.  (More on the worry side than the excitement side really.)

Turns out they are also entertaining another offer.  So I will probably have to wait until tomorrow to find out.  And it is absolutely positively driving me up a wall. 

But that's not all.  I found a mortgage guy, as I've mentioned, but when I was looking at my paperwork that I had to fax him this morning, I had a couple of little things that I wish I didn't have to send him.  It probably would be better for my emerging mortgage-buying ulcer if I just pointed them out and said, "If this and this is going to cause a problem, do me a favor and let me know as soon as possible."  But so far I am going for the superficial, "I'm sure everything will be fine" attitude while I continue to develop ulcers.

On the bright side, I've become extremely talented with the fax machine today.