I have a confession to make. I’ve been withholding some info and updates on our next housing situation from you but, in my defense, I wanted to wait until everything was “official” before blabbing to the internet just in case things didn’t go the way we’d thought and planned and I’d then have to insert my seven-and-a-halfer. It’s a little more than a story of having a contract on a house in which we could share the process as it progressed…or maybe didn’t progress since we’ve been there once already in our house hunting. Settle in and I’ll tell you the whole, crazy story, seashell version. Well, maybe ‘crazy’ isn’t the right word? Ironic maybe? Or, maybe a spinkle of both. Yep, I think so.
A month or so before we put our house on the market and while we were in the midst of looking for the next place we could settle into, we came across a little house that was in the exact area we wanted to be. P R I M E location, I believe is the saying. The problem with the area that we longed to be was the price. Most homes in that area were well over the budget we wanted to stick to. But this little house we thought might just be within our reach a) because it looked pretty small in comparison to others around the area and b) because, as far as we could tell from the outside, it probably needed a good amount of updating. Problem was, it wasn’t on the market. *womp womp*
I’ve heard of people writing letters to homeowners in hopes that they might consider selling their house and moving elsewhere but I really didn’t think we’d ever do it. But then the interest in this little, what I’ll call from here on out, ‘prime locale’ house, gave us a wild hair and then we did. We wrote a letter to the owners of this little house, asking if they might be interested in selling their home because we might be interested in buying. I stuck a stamp on it and away it went, never heard about again.
The end.
Kidding.
