Third time no charm
Well, another contract has fallen through. It was contingent on their house closing (it was already under contract), but their deal fell through, so it cancelled out ours.
Even though I was upset, we had this woman who had called us repeatedly, hoping our deal would fall through so she could get the house. She was so happy when we called to tell her it had, and we emailed her a contract, which she told us looked fine, but she wanted to have her lawyer look it over. It was a standard contract–a fill-in-the-blank kind of thing. Her only concern was how fast she could move in, since she was starting a new job and living with relatives and needed something ASAP–as in the 5th of July. So trusting that this was actually going to happen, Geoff and I rented a truck and hired a few neighborhood teenagers, and on the 4th of July, we moved the rest of our furniture. (We’d left it at the old house so it was “staged” and looked better than an empty house, plus we’re still painting at the new place.)
It was a miserable day to move. One of the hottest, most humid days I can remember, but we kept at it all day (shocked at how much was still there). But the woman who was calling relentlessly for weeks completely disappeared. She wasn’t even considerate enough to call and let us know what happened, and hasn’t answered our calls.
The first contract we had that fell through made me bitter. The people were awful. Luckily, the second couple was so nice I’d have bent over backward to help them get into the house. It was perfect for them. Same with the third couple. But then this woman who lost her ability to dial a phone has gone and made me bitter again.
And so now, once again, our house is back on the market. I know people must be thinking there’s something wrong with it because of how long it’s been on (six months), but so much of that time it’s been tied up with one contract or another.
If we can’t sell it by the end of August, we’ll have to start renting it. I hate the idea of that. I’ve heard too many horror stories. Stress-wise, this has me at the end of my rope. I’m so frazzled I’m having trouble functioning at times, especially right after I sit down to pay bills.
As much as I love our new house, I’m starting to question the decision to move.
