Tomorrow morning, Paul and I are meeting our realtor to write an offer on a house we saw last night. The offer is going to be pretty ridiculously low, so we're not really expecting them to accept it. We saw the house by accident because we drove past the "for sale" sign on our way to the house we were scheduled to see. Our realtor pulled it up on her blackberry, and saw that the list price was one thing, when in fact it is actually listed for $15k more. This place is bigger than any other place we've looked at, and would be really fun to live in. It has a nice little sunroom and a big, sunny yard, and LOTS of potential for fun DIY projects. And underneath all that ugly carpet on the top two levels is HARDWOOD. Pretty cool.
Last night I didn't sleep well because I was thinking about this house. I dreamt about it. My imagination wouldn't shut off.
Tonight I won't sleep well because I'll be thinking about our meeting to write the offer tomorrow morning.
Tomorrow night I won't sleep well because we'll be waiting for the response to our offer.
At least then it will be Saturday. But not sleeping well makes me very emotional, and that's not a good state of mind for choosing houses and writing offers.
This is why we can't draw the process out over months and months. I just can't deal with the emotional rollercoaster for that long. But there are two possibilities right now, and both of them would make us very happy, so we just have to cross our fingers that the one won't go under contract while we're making our probably futile offer on the other.
In other news, I just bought a train ticket to go visit my good friend Nicole in Philly next Friday. We plan to walk around and eat at lots of nice restaurants and drink at lots of nice bars. And shop. And talk. A lot. Also I am going to go to her Episcopal church and meet her pastor, who is gay. I hope Lutherans catch up soon. We're better than most, at least.