Fruit and cake
Last week, I was told that my offer on a house had been accepted. My realtor began the process of arranging for inspection, etc. I called my parents, told them the news, began to get excited.
The next day, my realtor came to my work to tell me that the realtor for the other side had slipped a second offer in under the wire, even though she had verbally told us we were in contract. Since we did not yet have our copy of the signed documents (and they were already signed) we couldn't do anything about it.
Yesterday, my realtor called and let me know that the bank selling the house accepted the other offer.
I really liked that house. It had everything I wanted, and more. I was a bike ride away from Clyde and Shante, a ten minute walk from Christina...
Now I have to start over, after spending nearly the entire summer so far waiting on this bank to get back with me.
I am tired. I am stressed. I thought it was almost over, that I would have my own home before the summer's end.
There will be another house, I know. But for right now, I am sad.