This morning I was corresponding with a blog reader and I mentioned how I’ve whined and complained about this move and then I think of folks like Vince’s parents who left Sicily when they were very young (teens) and they didn’t even know each other back then so it wasn’t like they were already a couple, but they left and came to the United States . . knowing no one and Vince’s dad didn’t even speak English. I don’t think he ever went back to see his family. Vince never knew his grandparents . . never saw them once! This was way before the days of email and cell phones so I doubt his dad ever communicated with the family back in the home country.
So, I do feel like a wimp for complaining but . . I guess I’ll do it a bit more anyway.
I don’t remember how much I said about it but early on in this process, there was a house Vince came across that wasn’t on the market but was kinda for sale. It was going through a divorce and the wife thought she had the whole settlement worked out where she was getting the house and she was going to sell it. She and Vince worked out a price and we were all set. The first court date got changed. The second court date got changed. Vince kept looking at other houses but he really wanted this one. We gave names to a lot of the houses we considered. There was the termite house (it had termites that had been treated and the damage fixed); there was the flip house (a house that had been purchased in terrible condition, the folks bought it to fix it and flip it); there was the Cadillac house (where there was a Cadillac in the garage that Vince wanted to buy but someone else had already bought the car); there’s the burn house (a house that burned all the way down and was re-built and is now for sale). What’s kinda funny, is that four months later, all those houses are still for sale. Only one has reduced the price and only by about $5,000. Real estate here is outrageous and for the most part, takes forever to selll. Don’t you think someone should figure out that if the prices were more in line with what’s happening with the rest of the nation, things might move a little? And, three of the above houses are empty — no one living in them.
The house he wanted, we called the divorce house.
Vince was sure we were getting the divorce house and every day, I felt a little less certain it was going to happen. To make a long story short, when they finally went to court, the wife did not get the house and the husband had no interest in selling the house. That was about mid-July.
Yesterday we were ready to make our offer on the little house with 45 acres. Vince was going to meet the folks at 3 to make the offer. He ended up having a meeting so they emailed him the offer and he signed it, was going to bring it home for me to sign and drop it off this morning. In the meantime, yesterday afternoon we got a call that the divorce house might be for sale. Vince talked to the wife and it seemed real “iffy”. No, the husband hasn’t said he wants to sell but she thinks he might want to sell. I told Vince . . as far as I’m concerned, we’ve wasted enough time dealing with these folks and actually, their house is only about 200 square feet larger than the small house we’re trying to get, has 5 more acres and is farther from Vince’s work, and costs enough more that you’re paying for the extra land and square feet so it’s not like it’s a great deal either.
We talked about it and decided to go forward with the smaller house. Right before we went to bed, Vince said “The divorce house seems more like a real house where the smaller house seems more like a weekend house.” Ugh! What on earth do you WANT to do, Vince?
The last thing I said before we went to bed — Forget it all! I don’t want to buy a house Vince feels isn’t a “real” house. Then he told me he was only buying it because I liked it. I said “I like it . . I could live there . . I’m not saying it’s my dream house. I don’t care if we get it or not!”
Then, after assuring me that if we buy a good bit of land (anything over 5 acres is a good bit to us), that either has a house on it or we build a house . . we’ll probably stay here forever, but then he said last night: “I’m not sure how easy it will be to sell if we have to sell it ourselves!”
WHAT? I thought we were staying here forever! I was so frustrated with everything. If renting were an option, I’d just continue to rent. It is not. There are no good houses in this town for rent — especially that allow inside pets. We have to be out of this house in February. We almost HAVE to buy something. I went to sleep and didn’t have much to say.
This morning we decided to go back to the little house and look at it one more time and see if we will feel cramped there. We didn’t and we rode around the land again with the realtor. It was a cool morning, a gentle, crisp breeze was blowing, we saw about a 20 pound jack rabbit go sailing through the air . . we thought it was a deer! The land is gorgeous — really some of the prettiest we’ve seen. There’s very little rock, hardly any cactus and you have to look to find a mesquite tree. There are tons of oaks and red oaks, trails all through the land.
We made an offer! I don’t know when we’ll hear back — I was hoping it would be today but Vince thinks it will be tomorrow. We’re both really excited about the place. The house is going to be fine and 45 acres is more than I’d ever dreamed we would have. I’ll be sitting on pins and needles til we hear back.