September 6th, 2007 by Kateastrophe

We got another offer on our house. Unfortunately, it was embarrassingly low. Lower than an offer we received from an investor about a month ago that we laughed hysterically at.

So, yesterday we just laughed again and then countered with a more reasonable (yet compromising! See!? We can compromise!) offer.

Now we are waiting. They are a young couple, buying their first house and they are thinking it over. If only we’d had that luxury when we were a young couple, buying our first house! Stupid market. Stupid allowing buyers to think it over market. Wish I was in their shoes.

I’m trying hard to enjoy the fun new things that appear in our new house every day. The granite and the tile are in (and GORGEOUS if I do say so myself), as are the light fixtures and my glorious, wonderful huge tub. It’s looking so beautiful. I can’t wait to move in at the end of the month, yet I’m anxious because we’re still waiting.

We’re confident we can sell, confident that we’ll get a good offer. The house was on the market for two days before our last offer and then only two days before this offer. It feels good to finally be wanted . . . but someone needs to want just a little bit more.

Waiting.

I hate waiting.