I have been anxious about the house thing all week. Last Monday I made an offer for this place, which was hotly contested. I didn’t get it, which was disappointing as I’d already picked out paint colours. However, I figured that getting the first place you offered for, in a good location, everything you want, for a bargain price, seemed to be EXTRA good luck. And I was only hoping for normal good luck.
So I immediately put an offer in on this one. I found out today it was accepted, and I signed the contract two hours ago.
It’s not in as good condition as the other one – the bathroom needs some love, and the walls in every room need at least to be cleaned, most of them painted. And the garden is bare. But it’s bigger, it has more potential (you can’t paint another room on) and it was a steal. And most of the paint colours will be good in this one, too.
My main reactions have been: ‘yes!’ and also ‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH’