Oh, well. All the DPNs in the world didn’t quite get it done…. But you all are amazing. And we were told that had it been a question of $20,000 to $30,000 difference, they would have taken the loss and chosen us, because they loved the letters we wrote. We wanted to keep the little wagon-wheel cottage as it was. We didn’t mind that the water wasn’t connected to the bathroom sink or that the electrical needed a complete overhaul or that the disclosures ran to 108 pages.
But the difference in offers was way WAY more than that (I’m guessing that it was at least $75,000 more than ours), so who can compete with that? We do wish the sellers the best, and hope that someone ends up living in the little cottage rather than tearing it down and building condos.
We know that our perfect house is out there. We just haven’t met it yet. Can you imagine how rad that’ll be? Now I’ll show you a picture taken with my camera phone from the car, because I just want to look at it sometimes….
That’s it, just peeking out back there. It was on 10,000 square feet of land, with apple trees and blackberries. There was an old broken wagon in the front yard, and a wishing well to the side. We would have had room for an alpaca or two. Of course, the counter-offer we made was so high that we’d have been so broke that we would have had to steal the alpacas. And then we wouldn’t have been able to afford much food, so we would have had to eat them, and that would have been terrible and sad. What a narrow escape!
I was purdy sad and had a little cry. Lala was very nice to me. But I like to fall in love, even with houses (okay, especially with houses, I’m a Cancer), even if it means heartbreak. It’s worth it.
Just as well, too, since I took a new job, and only have two more nights here at this one. Then I have a week off, and then I move to a fire/medical 911 dispatch job. It’s a slight paycut, but will eventually be quite a bit more money, and it will be 3 12-hour shifts a week with an extra shift every other week. What that translates to is I’ll have a four-day weekend every other week, and a three-day weekend on the other weeks. Benefits are much better and it’ll be less stressful than dispatching cops, which I can use right about now. It’ll be a commute of about 25 miles, and it’s a bad stretch of 580, but I’ll get used to it. I’m excited about the change. (Even though it’s completely self-indulgent and egotistical to point you to this link, my coworker and sweet friend Kelly wrote a love letter nonpareil, which is here. Thank you, honey. I’ll miss the crap out of y’all.)
So I suppose that would have been a lot of stress all at once, new job, new house, not knowing exactly how much I’ll be taking home in pay. It’s all for the best. I’m disappointed, but it’ll be okay.
And I need to get back to writing. I’ve been busy and preoccupied, and I’m looking forward to getting back into it.
I love you all. Have I mentioned that? I swear I’ll show you something knitting related soon. I still knit, I promise. Going to knit right now, as a matter of fact. We all know that works wonders.
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