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Forty-two days into the year and my patience is being tested like there’s no tomorrow. Perhaps I should have chosen a word like “blessing” or “gifts” or “sell the house in two days”! Okay, really. I’m sorry. It’s been a test of my faith besides my patience.
So, buyers #3 have come and gone. Victims of meddling parents trying to advise their adult children of their every move leaving not only the Sandmeyer family buyer-less, but a hardworking realtor being told she didn’t help at all, and our realtor, who’s calling all those interested in the house while it was under contract trying to quickly find us a new buyer. I don’t want to sound ungrateful, but does no one stand by their word (and a signed contract) anymore? Does no one’s good name stand for anything?
So, back on the market we go. I want to say that while my faith is being tested, I haven’t lost it. What I’m weary of is the up and down of the buyer vs. no buyer roller coaster that we’ve been riding. My brain is just hurting. I feel like I have adrenaline overload. People that have anxiety attacks can relate. After the adrenaline floods your body, you bottom out, and it leaves you exhausted, weary, empty.
I tired of calling my husband and my parents to tell them that we’re back on the market again. I’m tired of signing the stupid contract releasing the retreating buyer of their agreement with us. I told my wonderful realtor that I don’t know how he does what he does, except it must make it a little easier knowing it’s not his house. But he works so hard and it must be so disappointing when things like this come up.
So, I vent here, dear reader, to you. Thank you! I’m grateful for your reading eyes and know you must have just a little bit of sympathy for us.
I’m going to go eat some Moose Tracks ice cream and play an never-ending game of Bejeweled Twist to try to release some of this pent up aggravation, so I’ll leave you with a picture of our house. Click on the picture for the listing information. Pass it on to someone who’s looking to buy a home in the Pinellas Park, FL area. Then I can move on to writing about happier times in our new apartment, which we are moving into in 2 weeks!
I can’t even begin to tell you what a bipolar day yesterday was, but I’m going to try. This past weekend NO ONE wanted to look at houses. Not just ours, but our realtor had no calls. Monday we had one showing, Tuesday 2, and Wednesday we had 1 showing and the 2 from Tuesday came back again. I was at dinner at church with my family and our realtor called. He informed me that not only do we have a contract, but they are offering us more money then we’re listing at, asking us to contribute money to their closing costs, and we’ll still come out with more than $10K over the first “buyer” that fell through. REALLY? SERIOUSLY?
So, I tell everyone at church. We’re so excited. The plan was to go home, print and sign the contract, and scan it back to our realtor today. I’m around the corner from the house on our way home and I get a call from our realtor. The people decided that they really wanted a bigger house so don’t waste the ink printing the contract. OH EME GEE! The gall of some people. So, I tell everyone on Facebook to forget the good news, we haven’t sold the house, and I need to go because I’ve got a booming headache from the roller coaster that we can not seem to get the heck off. If I were a drinker, I tell ya…
Today, no showings. But I’m packing. We’re moving on 2/25 come hell or high water. We will sell this house, In Jesus Name!
Listen, I trust God. I really do. I know He has plans to have this house sold when we move. He didn’t set all of this into place nicely just to have it all fall through. I know that. But, I’m frustrated and a little tired of the sold-the-house, didn’t-sell-the-house routine.
As I type, I’m waiting to hear if one of last night’s return visitors is going to actually offer us a contract. They’re using veteran benefits and are first-time home buyers. We’ve purchased both our homes with Scott’s veteran benefits. It’s such a blessing. They want so much from us, too. I remember the fear of buying our first house. I’m willing to give them concessions. Heck, I’m willing to let them just move in if they pay off our mortgage and give us some money to move! Ok, just kidding.
Needless to say, my patience and my faith are being tested all at the same time. I’m about over it. Didn’t I say I had to work on my patience? Anyone want to buy a house. I just happen to know someone…