So to anyone following our housing saga, it’s not looking good for the original house that kick-started the “Hmm, should we think about moving again?” campaign. Before Craig left he said he was planning to place our third and highest offer when he came back. I’m not sure it will still be around when he comes back because according to the realtor, it’s been receiving a lot of interest this week from rehabbers and other realtors who are interested in flipping it.
On the other hand, Craig also said if I wanted to see some other houses while he was gone, to feel free to do that. So tomorrow I’m signed up to go through four different houses. I’ve got mixed feelings about it, though, because stylistically, none of the four are ones I really love from the outside. One of them looks like a bad attempt to copy the Brady Bunch house. Interestingly enough, though, the photos of that one on the inside are amazing. Craig’s only concern here is that I’m settling on style for size and price. He wants this next move to be THE move. That’s what scares me.
If I thought we could buy the funky Brady Bunch house next month, live in it for three years, hope the market picks back up, sell it and then get the house we really want, I would do it in a heartbeat. I don’t think that’s going to happen, though. Because this next move will be THE move, I’m not in nearly the rush to move as I thought I was in May. This is a big deal, sort of like getting married, having children, committing to a church. It’s time for me to wrestle through my housing attachment disorder, choose a place to live and then live there. Forever.
Guess this renting thing isn’t too bad of a gig for now…