I’m an avid watcher of House Hunters on HGTV. LOVE this show and would dream of when hubby and I would be buying our next new home. Never in a million years did I think I’d ever NOT enjoy hunting for my own house.
It started out simple enough, and bless our realtor’s soul, we didn’t mean to drag him in so many different directions. But COME ON! This is supposed to be a house buyer’s market especially when we don’t even have to sell ours to move. (Daughter is moving out to ours.)
We found our dream home and put a bid on it almost right off the bat. This shocked everyone involved, but it was a spectacular home. Two story white house with peak out windows upstairs. A room for a pool table (which is a must!) and an extra detached three car garage. The land (over 8 figgin acres!!) was gorgeous with fruit trees and a pond. *sigh* We couldn’t help but fall in love and put a bid in.
Enter the nightmare of a Short Sale. (and don’t even get me started on the financing hoops and headaches we are having!)
This is where a selling agent can blur the line of their own integrity just to make a few extra bucks. You see, a short sale is where the bank will accept less money than what the seller actually owes. When you put in a bid on a house like this, even if the seller signs the contract (which they did on our bid!!!), the listing agent can (and in this case DID) let people know that the sellers were accepting lower offers because the bank has the final say. The parade through this house had times where they called in the marching band so they could rest ;) whereas prior to this there had been little activity. I’m not going to be petty and mention any names or point fingers, but the moral of this story is: Stephen and I should have seen it coming a mile away!
So we looked again. Another house caught our eye and after we scraped our hearts off of the other realtor’s shoes, we got excited again.
SMACK! It was under contract but still listed as active. Come on, people! Keep your listings up to date.
Reluctantly, we called Jim (our realtor) again. By this time, he had to be looking at the caller ID and rolling his eyes before he answered his phone. Poor guy. Lucky for me, he is a long time friend or he may very well have took off on a dead run by now.
We drug his butt all around the outlying area of Springfield, but we did find yet another home to bid on. We are now waiting to hear on house number three.
Third time’s a charm, right?
RIGHT?!












