Contract officially canceled – sad face emoticon
February 17, 2011 § Leave a comment
Yesterday, an assistant at my attorney’s office called to tell me that they faxed over a copy of the cancellation letter and sent an original via certified mail.
So that’s it. No more house for Pam. Okay, that’s a little melodramatic. No more house for Pam for now.
I’m pretty sure I don’t know how to feel about it. On the one hand, I am genuinely relieved. A huge chunk of (my mom’s) money was tied up in the contract and in a few days I will have it back. The interest rates have gone up to the point where I don’t *quite* qualify for the loan. I’m definitely pushing it in any case. After all this, I have yet to do an inspection, which could have also proven to be a contract death knell.
And boy do I ever feel like I got dicked around. It might have just been time to wash my hands of that whole thing once and for all.
On the other hand, I (still) feel genuinely torn. I really liked this house. I imagined myself in it many times over. How the backyard would look. How many hammocks would go on the deck. How the living room would be painted. How the basement would be finished. What kind if washer dryer combo to get.
Okay, now it’s all out of my system. Time to really move on.
I wonder if now is the time to really spend time looking for a good realtor instead of a good house. Or get a bunch of realtors working for me until one of them found me the right house. I’m not exactly sure what the next steps are from here. I was so set and then suddenly, I wasn’t.
At the very least, I know what I want. And I can always keep telling myself that there’s a reason this didn’t work out and everything happens for a reason blah blah blah. Yeah, that.
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