Ugh. Where do I even start? Maybe last Wednesday when I bawled my eyes out because house hunting is not going well. AT ALL.
To say that I’ve been frustrated, stressed, and a little more than depressed than I would like would be an understatement. Just look at this past week with the lack of posts. Anyway…
Here’s the latest. We still don’t have a house.
Not for a lack of trying or lack of offers. Well, let me back up.
About 3 weeks ago we put an offer on a house. It was a great house – 4 bedrooms, 3 baths with enough land to make ourselves, and the 6-pack, happy. Although it was a short sale we were pretty impressed with the situation that our offer was finally going through after the 4th attempt.
The following Friday night, around 6:30pm, I was up in the area and I wanted to show some friends what the house was like. Plus it was an excuse to stop by to check on it…one more time. And then BANG.
Gun shots were firing off. Let me say that again. Gun shots were firing off.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
Now, Mr. P and I knew it was next to a shooting range, however we were under the impression that it would close by 5pm. I called Mr. P immediately and explained the situation. Read that as – I panicked and doubted every decision I have ever made buying this house.
Doubting yourself is hard. However explaining to someone what a gun shot sounds like that isn’t exactly next door, but loud enough you wouldn’t want to be sitting on your back porch grilling steak, was the most challenging game of charades I’ve ever played.
We gave it the weekend to think about it and to do some research. On Sunday night, my friends and I decided to stop by around 7:30pm. I probably could of dealt with gun shots going off in the distance with the understanding it’s Friday night. After all it was a Friday night. On Sunday, however…
There they were. Loud and clear. I recorded the audio for Mr. P and sent it over. During our research we found out it wasn’t just the one gun range near by, there were 3 more within a quarter of a mile from the house. THREE MORE!!!
Well, needless to say, we got lucky because we were able to get out of the deal because our offer expired before the bank accepted. However, we wasted WEEKS on this deal. WEEKS trying to get this offer in and it resulted in absolutely nothing other than aggravation and more tears. The other frustrating part – I visited this house multiple times. I was inside, outside, drove by (in a rental), and my realtor even stopped by…without ever hearing a single gun shot.
I truly believe an angel was watching over us on that deal.
We moved onto the next house immediately, but of course that house has a story all on it’s own. Stay tuned for it tomorrow!
Feeling BANG-ed up,