Starting over....

It's strange how you can get so attached to a home that you've only spent a very short time walking around in. You start picturing your life there. You've already started picturing where all the furniture where go, where to hang the artwork and all of the little upgrades you want to do to it to make it your own.

You realize how attached you've become to that home when the seller doesn't want to take your deal. We fell in love with a house the minute we walked in. We knew it was perfect and what we wanted. We have no desire to look further. We submitted a contract the next day. Unfortunately, after three days of agonizing waiting, they refused our offer. Ours was the best offer even. He didn't like having to resign the contract in a couple weeks, switching it to an FHA approved home. He took a major hit on the house and went with a conventional instead so he could close quicker.

That day wasn't one of my best.

I swore I was going to give myself a break from house hunting, but I couldn't. I didn't want to sit around. I started looking immediately, trying to find another "perfect" home. Perfect isn't something we'll find again, but hopefully we'll find something close.

Our Agent is out of town this week and we're suppose to be contacted by his assistant so we can look at some more homes, but we have yet to hear from him. I guess his sense of urgency is different then ours. I don't want to be waiting until the last minute to find a home, close and get it done before the December 1st deadline so we can take advantage of the 8K government incentive.

Whomever says that buying/flipping/selling a home is fun, is nuts.

I hate this process.