We live in a townhouse in a really adorable neighborhood. There are always kids riding bikes and always friends just down the street for me to talk to and the boys to play with. We really love it here but with interests rates so low and home prices dropping it's the perfect time for us to upgrade to a larger house on a piece of land. We called our Realtor who is awesome, BTW, and asked if she'd take us to see what's out there.
We found the house.
The "I'd like to be buried in the back yard because I'm dying of old age or because this house needs so much work it's going to kill me" house. Either way.
Fast forward to now, our house is on the market, there has been a lot of interest, we're feeling pretty good about things and we're negotiating with the Bank (read: evil, evil bank) who owns our little foreclosure of a house. The negotiations are not going well, or maybe the bank's asset manager is schizophrenic, who knows.
First they're willing to fix things. Then we have to wait till after the home inspection before they're willing to agree to fix most things. Then after the home inspection they'll fix the dual zone HVAC and the mold but not the roof which has about a billion leaks in it. Then while we're negotiating how much we'll get as a credit and how much it's going to cost to have X, Y, Z fixed they then decide they're not fixing anything. Um, excuse me? So we've sunk more than a grand into inspections for the home, the well, the septic field and the roof and hvac estimates and now they tell us they're not willing to fix anything?! Since our entire deal was negotiated with the understanding that they would be willing to fix some things and now they're changing their minds entirely the Husband and I are thinking they didn't negotiate in good faith and we're PISSED.
Who knows how this will end. Maybe there has been some miscommunication between the bank's asset manager and the seller agent. Mayb we're still on track or maybe we've some how managed to misunderstand everything from the very beginning... but I highly doubt that.
As of tonight, we're a little pissed, a little confused and somehow still convinced that this is the right house for us. But by tomorrow we might be asking for both our earnest money back and compensation for the costs we've incurred thus far. But I hope we'll be sitting fireside singing Cum Baya by tomorrow.
Cum Baya, my Lord; Cum Baya.
Yup, we were just confused. Thank goodness! I'd explain more but I'm off to get my hard did, without the kids! Woo Hoo!