Our House = Sold.The house we wanted to buy this summer (when the losers had the contract on our house) now has a renter in it with a lease that lasts until August. We've been trying to contact the owner to see what we can do to help her decide to get out of that lease and let us buy the house, but we haven't heard from her yet. We love these houses. The are mid-century modern beauties - and we've decided that if we can't move into one by the time we have to move out, we're going to move into an apartment and wait.
On Saturday, we made an adventure with our realtor: We took a letter that she wrote introducing me and Sparklestone, explaining that we have just sold a house and are ready to buy, and inviting anyone who's interested in selling to call us. We knocked on the doors of the houses with floor plans we liked, left letters for people who weren't home, and talked to some people who were there. The second house we stopped at could be good; we are not going to buy the crazy cat lady's house; we may be one step closer to getting in touch with the owner of the house we wanted earlier. One owner laughed when we told him what we were doing - he said that they had bought their house in 1966 (when it was brand new) and they love their home and they are NOT moving. That's what I'm talkin' about.
In any case, we're having some fun, doing some strange stuff. We don't want to buy a house now just because it's available and drive by these houses for the next 20 years, wishing we lived there.
See? I can learn. I'm starting to really get the hang of this patience thing.
