There's no place like home, I hope

It’s been a long week, on several levels.  There’s been the not sleeping and the inches of rain while on vacation and the barking dogs at 5:15 in the morning and that whole “homelessness” bit.  It’s been 9 or 10 days since we put the offer in on our potential next home with no word and then we found ourselves in a closed bid, bidding war which is hugely stressful.  I’ve been researching short-term rental apartments and storage places and can you fit a pack and play in a refrigerator box down by the river.

And then yesterday, finally, we got word on the house.  We got it!!  Not only did we get it but we got it with our initial bid, the one from last week.  Not the one where we had to outbid ourselves and maybe some other potential buyers and we stressed and we hemmed and hawed and tried to figure out how much we were comfortable spending and then stressing some more.

I got the call yesterday, the Realtor said we’d won the lottery.  He wasn’t kidding.  Because the house is a foreclosure and it’s owned my Freddie Mac, there are all kinds of incentives for the buyers.  So the bank actually countered our offer with a better deal for us!!  No wonder the banks are in such trouble…

The deal isn’t done.  We still need to do the inspection, hopefully tomorrow, and see what happens from that.  We’re expecting there to be issues, the house has been vacant for a while and we don’t really know anything about who did what and when.  But worse case scenario, we put in a new AC or hot water heater and we’ll be good to go.  We hope.

The timing is still terrible.  We could close as late as 10/15, I’m due to have a baby on 10/18, and we have to be out of our current home by 10/7.  Nothing like cutting it close.  And then, there’s still a few weeks of work that would need to be done before we move in. So, we could find ourselves with nowhere to live for a few days.  Or maybe with you?  Or you?  Or you over there?