I know, I know, you are thinking, "wait! Didn't I already read this post?"
Well.
A mere 24 hours before our (extended) option ended, our potential buyer, let's call her pies frios, walked. In the end, she sited fear over the leaky faucet in the bathroom. (Maybe we should change her name in this vignette to Nervous Nelly.) Jon and I had offered 500 bucks for such things that came up on the inspection, and honestly if we had just said we would fix the things that good 'ol NN wanted, she may have stuck around. Or not.
So Tuesday night we were back to square one and kinda freaked out. We no longer had a buyer and I maaaay have been ambitious in packing thus far (I know you are not surprised. You know me.) and our house was looking way less cute. Plus, with a little help from Craig and his ever ready list, we had sold our kitchen table earlier in the afternoon. And did I mention our garage was stacked sky high with boxes? With our bare, but not without nail holes aplenty walls, we did not feel like we were putting our best staging foot forward. Our house was the equivalent of sleeping late and not getting ready before an interview. Bad breath can make a lasting impression you know.
So Wednesday we went back on the market.
And here's where our drama turns into a thriller. By Thursday evening we had four agents call our agent telling her that their clients were making an offer.
Lubbock, Texas, people: A sellers market. And we are praising Jesus.
Immediately two of the four potential buyers withdrew, not wanting to bid on a hot house. We got one full price offer and one offer that was still in the works. I'm not sure if they decided they didn't want to get into a bidding war or maybe they were not pre-approved and were trying to get their finances in order, but we never did hear from them.
So we are again under contract for the exact same amount and the exact same closing day, with a different buyer. Pray that we make it past the option and even better all the way to closing on May 30th, because I just don't think this plot line can carry a trilogy.
Well.
A mere 24 hours before our (extended) option ended, our potential buyer, let's call her pies frios, walked. In the end, she sited fear over the leaky faucet in the bathroom. (Maybe we should change her name in this vignette to Nervous Nelly.) Jon and I had offered 500 bucks for such things that came up on the inspection, and honestly if we had just said we would fix the things that good 'ol NN wanted, she may have stuck around. Or not.
So Tuesday night we were back to square one and kinda freaked out. We no longer had a buyer and I maaaay have been ambitious in packing thus far (I know you are not surprised. You know me.) and our house was looking way less cute. Plus, with a little help from Craig and his ever ready list, we had sold our kitchen table earlier in the afternoon. And did I mention our garage was stacked sky high with boxes? With our bare, but not without nail holes aplenty walls, we did not feel like we were putting our best staging foot forward. Our house was the equivalent of sleeping late and not getting ready before an interview. Bad breath can make a lasting impression you know.
So Wednesday we went back on the market.
And here's where our drama turns into a thriller. By Thursday evening we had four agents call our agent telling her that their clients were making an offer.
Lubbock, Texas, people: A sellers market. And we are praising Jesus.
Immediately two of the four potential buyers withdrew, not wanting to bid on a hot house. We got one full price offer and one offer that was still in the works. I'm not sure if they decided they didn't want to get into a bidding war or maybe they were not pre-approved and were trying to get their finances in order, but we never did hear from them.
So we are again under contract for the exact same amount and the exact same closing day, with a different buyer. Pray that we make it past the option and even better all the way to closing on May 30th, because I just don't think this plot line can carry a trilogy.
Totally feel ya on this post--not sure I've ever used that phrase before.....We're in a similar boat, but floating out to see the other way, being buyers. Don't want to fill your blog with boring real estate what ifs, but feel like we're nearing the end of our house hunt. Praying for your situation and I REALLY hope you and Jon are planning on being in Columbia around a certain last weekend in June.
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