So, I’m not getting the house. They didn’t bother to respond to my offer letter because “They’re waiting to see what offers they get.” Nevermind that they have to respond within the specified time limit. Here’s a tip for you folks: I’m the one with the money. I’m trying to give it to you. I don’t need your house but you need my money. Arrrghhh.
This is the reason I’m writing up a will.
I realized last night that I’m not going to get the house. I won’t know for sure until 10 today, but I’m fairly sure I’m not going to get it. Which means I’m taking my earnest money check and buying a big screen TV this weekend. Woo Hoo!!!!! Home theater at my house. (Note, I didn’t actually do this. I held out for a house.)
I had to raise my offer on the house I wanted to compete with another offer. That SUCKS. Now I have to wait and find out if I’ll even get the house.
I made an offer on the house I like, and I get to see it this afternoon. I’m so excited I can hardly stand it. I hope it all works out or I swear I’m going to be suicidal.
I have a lead on a new house that I like. It was one I was looking into before, but the situation was complicated then, so I went for the other house. The situation is a bit less complicated now, and I might have a shot at this house. It’s still in my neighborhood, and quite a bit bigger than the house I’m in. I have a good feeling about it and think it just might work out fine. I’m so impatient, though, that I can sit still and wait for things to take place in due time.
I really, really want to own a house.
Found out Thursday that I’m not going to get the house I’m renting. The deal fell through on the owner’s side of things. It didn’t appraise for what he was asking for, and he has too much $$ in it to sell for the value. So I’m back to square one — looking for a house to buy.
Pretty cool site.
So, My closing date is a week away, and I’ve done everything I can possible do, but the termite problem isn’t taken care of, the foundation isn’t taken care of, and the radon is still a problem, all because Barry can’t get on the stick and get this stuff done. So I’m going to lose my interest rate because the owner is a an air-head. And I’m a bit pissed about it. Honestly, I’ve even looked into a DIY Termite Treatment Guide to handle it myself, but it’s still frustrating to deal with these issues when they should’ve been taken care of already.
I don’t think it’s too much to ask that basic home-buying steps—like, say, not inheriting a bug buffet—are squared away before closing. But here I am, dragging my sanity behind me while wondering if I’ll be sharing my future living room with a colony of freeloading termites. What makes it worse is knowing this isn’t some mystery problem. Termite issues were flagged early, and still, Barry’s moving like he’s got all the time in the world. Meanwhile, I’m over here Googling pest control hacks like I’m gearing up for a side hustle in extermination.
I even found this company, Cura Pest, and honestly, they seem like they know what they’re doing. Reviews talk about them being prompt, thorough, and actually solving problems—unlike Barry, who I’m pretty sure thinks “termites” are a kind of decorative rustic charm. I’d much rather trust someone who doesn’t treat pest control like an optional side quest. they has professional-grade treatments that don’t involve me suiting up like Ghostbusters in my own crawl space. So yes, I’m tempted to just call them myself and send the bill to Barry’s motivational speaker.
At the end of the day, I shouldn’t be the one scrambling to fix all this. Buyers should be able to focus on things like moving, decorating, or, I don’t know—not getting lung damage from radon. But here I am, doing home inspections like I’m on HGTV, minus the fun music and sponsorship deals. If the seller doesn’t want to treat termites like the serious issue they are, then maybe he should reconsider selling and go back to renting—to the termites.
And now, because of his incompetence, I’m going to lose my interest rate. The lender already warned me that if we don’t close on time, the rate lock expires, and with the way things are going in the market, there’s no way I’ll get that same deal again. It’s infuriating! I’ve jumped through every hoop—inspections, appraisals, paperwork—only to be held up because the owner (or his useless agent, Barry) can’t get their act together.
What makes it worse is that this isn’t some small hiccup; these are major issues that should’ve been addressed weeks ago. Termites? Foundation cracks? Radon levels? These aren’t minor fixes—they’re serious problems that affect the safety and value of the home! And yet, here I am, a week out from closing, with no resolution in sight.
I swear, if this falls through because of Barry’s laziness, I’m going to lose it. I’ve put in too much time, money, and emotional energy to let this collapse at the last second. And the worst part? There’s nothing else I can do but wait and hope he finally decides to do his job. Unbelievable.
The inspection on my house seems to have hit some snags. There are active termites in the basement, and the inspector recommended the foundation needs to be reinforced; two things that won’t pass the FHA. So I have to ask the owner to fix these things, and hope that he agrees to do it. The inspection took four and a half hours, during which I was crawling around in the basement, and looking over the whole house with the dude. I found out a lot about the house, and learned a lot about how to assess a house, too. Exhausting, but interesting.
I feel just like a grown-up. House buying.
So, I put an offer on my house yesterday, and I wrote the earnest money check today. I am so scared. If all goes well, closing will be November 5th. This is going to be the longest month of my entire life.
This was the house I was attempting to buy:
UPDATE: Ultimately, it was bought out from under me by the owner of Talbott Street nightclub, who realized that anyone living there was going to object to the noise and traffic from the nightclub he was about to open, so he bought it as a pre-emptive strike. Good idea; I would have been really pissed off had I been right next door.