I think I've had too many disappointments while house hunting to call this even remotely "fun." I had to wait a few days before I even wrote this update because it's taken me a few days to get over it.
You see, there haven't really been that many houses on the market that I was even remotely interested in. There was the house that I loved but the seller leased it two days before I was supposed to go look at it. Then there was the perfect house in the not-so-perfect location.
This whole time, my realtor kept telling me, "March is going to be the month we find your house. I can feel it."
So on Friday, March 1st, when she sent me a new listing that came on the market that day, in the perfect location, perfect price, perfect size, perfect everything, I immediately emailed her back and asked if we could see it that weekend.
I never heard from her on Saturday. But I was busy working in Anderson and then we had a wedding shower for friends on Saturday night, so I didn't really think much about it.
Sunday morning rolled around, and I texted my realtor at 8 am asking if we could go see the house. She replied that she was busy with showings all day but that she could make an appointment for Monday after work. While this wasn't ideal as I knew there were probably people looking at the house all weekend, I had to agree.
So Monday came along, my mom tagged along to look at the house with me, and I just knew it was the one. I was already planning furniture layouts. The house had double front porches and a back porch. It had the open floorplan I wanted and tons of closet space. My realtor and I set another meeting for Tuesday afternoon so I could walk through the house again and put an offer on the house.
I was so excited I couldn't sleep. I swear I dreamed about that house all night long.
Tuesday came. I went to work. My coworker asked me how the house showing went, to which I giddily replied, "It's definitely the one."
Not 15 minutes later, my phone rang, and it was my realtor. My heart immediately sank because she only ever calls me when she has bad news. Apparently, someone had put an offer on the house Sunday night and the selling realtor had forgotten to update the listing. So basically the house was already under contract when I fell in love with it on Monday night.
Why does this keep happening to me? The house had been on the market less than 72 hours. How is that possible?? As everyone keeps saying, "I know you're disappointed, but it just wasn't meant to be."
Ugh, I know that's true, but sometimes I really hate that saying.
So I've kinda lost interest in the whole house hunting thing. I just don't have the flexibility in my schedule to drop what I'm doing to look at a house 5 minutes after it's put on the market. And I'm not really into this whole cut-throat market where houses are getting snatched right out from under me. Maybe the right house is out there waiting for me, yet to be put on the market.
I guess we'll just have to wait and see.