Are we out yet? Three strikes in three days! I’m just writing about this one because it’s really all starting to get comical or maybe my mental state is such that everything is comical and that’s my defense mechanism taking over.
There was another house that was going to be listed that was in the same neighborhood as the Saturday house. It’s probably confusing to you because it’s confusing to me. Friday’s house was the one the owner wanted us to pay all closing costs and he couldn’t be out for 2 months. Saturday’s house was the one where the disclosure revealed issues that were more major than we wanted to deal with. Now, we’re to Sunday’s house.
Vince went and looked at it and he loved it. LOVED it! Some of you might think I’m pretty picky but really . . I am not! The kitchen matters to me. I don’t want painted cabinets and I don’t want a glass top stove. I want a sewing room. It can be inside, outside, downstairs, upstairs . . I don’t care! It matters not to me how large the bedrooms are, what color they are; it matters not to me the size of the family room or where it’s located in the house. The kitchen and sewing room are all that really matter to me. I do like those chickens above the stove though.
When I saw this picture, I said “Vince! It has painted cabinets and a glass top stove!” Do you know what he said? “Would you PLEASE stop making a big deal out of the small stuff?” I understand that he’s frustrated but really . . the kitchen is a big deal to me. And, while not something that would cause me not to buy a house, I don’t like an open kitchen. I want to be closed up in my kitchen, all by myself with my music going full blast and singing along with it.
He had looked at another house yesterday and I liked it better but he didn’t and I know him well enough to know that if I talk him into getting a house he doesn’t want, which I would not do (maybe), then forever . . whatever goes wrong with that house, I will hear “I never wanted this house in the first place.”
Last night we talked about the white cabinet house. I agreed that I could live with it but I wasn’t real happy with the kitchen and for what we’re paying, we would never go in and re-do the kitchen.
Here’s where our bad luck continues: He made an offer this morning and . . they decided not to sell it!
Here’s where my good luck comes in! He’s going to make an offer on the one I liked better. We can call it the Monday House! I LOVE the kitchen in the Monday house. Love it better than I’ve loved any kitchen in any house I’ve ever seen . . except for the lady in Louisiana who has the green kitchen with the big gas stove.
I’m not telling you anything about the house. I’m not even thinking about the house. I’m going to pretend the house doesn’t even exist . . until I know if we’re getting it. But, my fingers are crossed and I’ve said several prayers and maybe . . just maybe . . we’ll have an answer tonight. OK . . I will tell you one thing. No . . I can’t. That might be bad luck! Can’t risk it.