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On Tenterhooks

I'm doing too much lately, and I'm starting to drop things. Whenever I start trying to take on too many tasks, I end up forgetting something and then beating myself up for being an eejit.

Right at this moment, pirateguillermo and I are trying to buy a house. We're in that supremely uncomfortable period between making an offer and having the seller accept it. It's like that period of squidgy tension between the time you propose sex to someone for the first time and the time they accept. Because they may not. And it's worse if you're already naked.

They may look at you, in all your financially-revealing nakedness, and find you wanting. They may do the real estate equivalent of pointing and laughing, regardless of the fact that both our real estate agent and our mortgage broker are out there pimping our assets like their livelihoods depend on it. Which, in fact, they do. "Aren't they cute?" the real estate agent says. "And just look at the size of those salaries," the mortgage broker puts in, nodding his head in a knowing and appreciative manner.

But it may not matter. The other bidder on this property might be cuter. Better equipped financially. Have the sort of dazzling personalities that are normally only found on television sitcoms or in the terminally ill.

And in the meantime, we're standing there, starting to go limp. Starting to think that it's not going to happen. Starting to think "That's fine. We didn't want that house anyway. Sure it looked good last night when we were all happy about things, but in the sober light of day, it's perhaps not the place of our dreams." We are starting to think uncharitable thoughts about the sellers and their breeding and lack of a proper upbringing. We are thinking that they are, perhaps, the tiniest bit uninformed about the way that this is done, and don't perhaps realize that only sadistic Fascist wolverines leave people hanging like this.

No wonder I'm distracted.


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Jul. 13th, 2004 12:02 pm (UTC)
Is it presumptuous to offer *hugs* ?

I know what you're going through - from both ends. I'm spoiled because the first time we bought it was from a friend, and we basically said, "Yeah, we want it," and she said "sure."

But when we bought the house we're now selling we were one of three people who offered, and right now, even though it hasn't even been a week, we haven't gotten ANY calls on our house, and I'm anxious - so much so that I forced my boss to lower the price to what I thought was reasonable.

Be glad you aren't in the 1999-2001 market. That was insane. People would show up to make offers, and bring chocolate cake, or offer stock options.
Jul. 13th, 2004 01:15 pm (UTC)
Thanks for the reassurance and the hugs. My stepmother, herself a former real estate agent, says that it doesn't matter *which* house we get - we're going to love it. And I'm sure that's true. We would never have put down an offer if we didn't think we'd love it.

But you're in the same "instant gratification" mindset we're in. "Sure, this is not completely out of the ordinary, but I want it to happen NOW!"

From the MLS listing, your place sounds fabulous. Be patient - it'll happen!
Jul. 13th, 2004 12:40 pm (UTC)
I don't even want to know what premature ejaculation looks like in your metaphor....

Hugs and stuff. John and I cancelled parts of our anniversary vacation last year so we could get papers signed for our house sale.
Jul. 13th, 2004 01:13 pm (UTC)
Premature ejaculation looks like giving notice at the rental we're living in before we've got something else definite. It's embarrassing and messy and we end up swearing that this has never happened to us before.

But we haven't done that. We're thinking about baseball and keeping a cool head. This time it's not just nice - it's ESSENTIAL that they finish first.
Jul. 13th, 2004 11:01 pm (UTC)
Keeping my fingers crossed for you! I know how tough this stage is...I hope you are the successful suitor!
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