The call came yesterday at 3:20pm. My realtor had just left for the Bahamas, and the call was from the woman filling in for him. I heard it in her voice. I said, " The contract on my house fell through, didn't it?"
"Oooooh, I just can't stand bearing this kind of news......Your buyer backed out because apparently she and her husband freaked out over the inspection report, even though the report was a very typical one.... and the other party who wanted to make an offer after the open house day isn't returning my calls...."
I am disillusioned. It had appeared that the good luck I always used to have, which had seemed to dissipate when my mother died, was back with me. I loved telling the story (over the past week) of how my house had gone into contract the day it went on the market, for a price higher than what I was asking! And this after I had defied my realtor by taking my sweet old time, thus entering the market at a bad time (end of summer). This was how Betty's life used to be, all of the time. Charmed, without a doubt.
I now mourn the loss, not just of my dream of living in a thriving pedestrian neighborhood in a Victorian house, but of what I had thought was the turnabout of my luck.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
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Dear Betty...
I'm so sorry about this. I am currently working on an article called "It was just an idea..." It's about falling in love with the idea of something, then mourning it's loss. Your words in this post could easily have been written by me.
Now...as for the "fall-out," your story is still great and true. What happened here is typical in real estate these days. You might even get a call back from this couple. I am sure it is the husband behind this. How you handle this fall-out will determine everything. I remember the realtor who made purchasing our current home the most miserable experience ever. She tried to get us to back out once we entered escrow -- we found out later that a friend of hers wanted to purchase it. I stuck my heels in (and a few teeth) and fought hard to keep the deal moving and not let her provoke us into backing out. While the experience was not ideal, nor what one wants to endure during a "changing" period of ones life, it was worth it. The house was and is perfect for us.
Anyway, let me know how you're doing, and don't get discouraged. Today is always you're lucky day. Believe it chica.
Ciao bella...hugs!
Betty...not sure if my previous message got to you. It shows up here, but not on your comment tab.
Hugs, Hugs, and more hugs!
Dear Teri,
I'll try to believe it, that today's my lucky day. I placed a call this morning to the inspector, and I'm waiting (!!!!) for him to return my call. I'm just desperate to do something. What timing, with my realtor cruising the Bahamas as my life falls apart. If that inspector does call back, I want him to know that his harsh and totally negative report resulted in my buyers backing out. I'm going to ask him for a reality check- is this a typical report for him, or is my house that bad? And why couldn't he have said something positive? And how can it be that my inspection, of the 116-year-old house I intended to buy near downtown, came out so much better than the report of this 44 year old house?
Thanks for caring.
Hugs,
Betty
Dear Betty,
Sorry to read about this. I was happy earlier that you found a buyer so soon - and share your disappointment.
Maybe, like my father used to say, this didn't happen because something better is coming further down. Don't lose heart.
Hugs,
Priya.
Betty, as usual, regardless of the subject, your writing is engaging. This story, though I know it already, reads like fiction. It's amazing how quickly things can change. As for have the rug pulled out from under you, I don't blame you for being upset and depressed. Things will turn around.
x
D
Priya,
Thank you for your kind and encouraging words. I will try to be consoled by your father's words.
Hugs,
Betty
Garnet,
I know how glad you'll be when the saga finally draws to a close. Me too.
I just noticed that you are a virgo. Happy Birthday chica!
Now, I wonder. What is WB, the child and the new little puppy doing today? Whatever it is, I hope you are enjoying yourselves.
Thinking of you.
Waiting for a better call (as Teri suggests) ...
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