I didn’t get the condo. Apparently they “accepted” two offers, and countered us both, asking for more money. I accepted the counter-offer, but the other party not only accepted but raised the amount offered. I’m second in line, should they fall through. I have to say, though, I don’t even wish that their bid fails. When I woke yesterday and heard the message from my realtor, I was disappointed for a few minutes, thinking of that lovely street, and then I was completely okay with it. That whole zen thing I’m trying to do must be working out all right since I just mentally (and probably physically) shrugged and thought, okay. It wasn’t the right place. (As Mariko said in a comment, “Aiyaaaa! Serenity now!!!”)
Shucks, though. Why can’t the right place just sit up and wave at me? Eh, the properties are frogs, and this is my frog-kissing time, I suppose. Ribbit.
Oh! I keep forgetting to advertise this:
Sunday, October 10th, 1pm
Temescal Cafe, 4920 Telegraph Ave, Oakland (next to Article Pract)
I already know there’s gonna be a special guest appearance from a far-away blogger, so if you’re in or anywhere near the Bay Area, mark your calendars. Nothing but fun, kids. (And it’s not the Divine Ms. Em, since she’s going to just miss that particular party. But I get her all to myself! Ha! I canNOT wait.)
Ribbit, ribbit. Off to look at another house. And just for you, pink sheep.