All I can say is I am a girl and as such, am entitled to change my mind. I withdrew my offer on Property #2 as word of the feeding frenzy came across the wire to me. More bids than I can now remember, offers that make its original asking price laughable, flowed in. I simply couldn’t imagine bidding more than $150K over asking for a garden level unit that was a bit musty, needed new doors and hardware, and both bathrooms needed to be gutted. They should call it what it is – an auction, opening offers begin at…. Someone felt differently though. I hope now that they have “won” it they are not having buyers remorse. I am reminded of how many times I convinced myself that I couldn’t leave without that $1500. pair of shoes. You know the ones, they make you taller, thinner, more beautiful and confident. Life changing. Alas, they DO change your life – but not for the better. An expensive mistake to make, but it pales in comparison to spending too much on a house.
Resolute in my decision to abandon #2 I turned my attention back to Waltham. I tried to close my heart to it, ignore the fact that I breathed easier in the space, that it made me feel happy. I tried, but not that hard. I put in an offer – again, not a crazy one, and learned that four others had done the same. Sadly this quest ended with a phone call at 8pm on Monday night saying….thanks for shopping at our open house, better luck next time.
It’s really too early in the process to start using cliques about what’s meant to be will be, but….I’m feeling like a platitude here or there might be in order. I visited three properties so far this weekend, with another three on deck for tomorrow. It’s funny that I seem to be revisiting the same streets Concord Square, Waltham and a third on Harrison Avenue. I am preparing an offer for Waltham Street that by all rights is outrageous. Don’t try and talk me out of it. I am absolutely going to do it. Come Monday there may be tears, a temper tantrum or both but lucky for you I will have recovered my composure by the time I sit down to write next weeks posts.
For all you Catholics out there, you know the power of St. Anthony. I have lost my home and need his help in finding a new one. Renew my hope in this marketplace, and if a home cannot be mine this weekend provide me the strength and peace of mind to make it to the next. I accept any and all prayers from you for the same.