The Crazies

We spent yesterday house-hunting, and big surprise we had no luck. One would think that I'd be used to wasting my time by now, but I actually had high hopes before yesterday's outing because we had an appointment for a 2nd look at a house that we saw a few weeks ago. I liked this house the first time we saw it, but ruled it out because it was a 3-bedroom, and we need 4 minimum. It's in my favorite neighborhood though, and it really is pretty much everything we want. I thought it would be worth our while to go back for a 2nd look to see if there was space to add on, if needed, down the road.

Yesterday was actually our 2nd attempt to schedule another tour of this property. We tried to look at the house a week after we initially saw it, but the owner's refused to let us come by. In a week's time, he had decided to let the house go into foreclosure. Our realtor is the listing agent for the property, and she was unable to convince him that this was a horrible decision. He made her remove the key lockbox and take down the for sale sign in the front yard. He was deadset on letting the house go. Evidently, they built the house when the market peaked and paid top dollar. Now he owes the bank more than the house is worth, a situation a lot of homeowners find themselves in right now.

Rather than just staying put in the house until the market has a chance to somewhat recover, they have already purchased and moved into a new house and are now sick of carrying 2 mortgages. So rather than sell the house for what they owe or slightly less, they'd rather ruin their credit and my chances at finally finding a house! When he had his meltdown and refused the 2nd showing we began referring to them as the Crazies.

Well, I guess Crazy came to his senses because he agreed to let us in for a 2nd look yesterday. Since he had made our realtor return the house key, he said he would meet us at 5pm to unlock the door, but when our appointment time came and went, we realized he had flip-flopped once again. He refused to answer his cell when our realtor called to check on his whereabouts. Obviously, we were all annoyed. He had completely wasted everyone's time. I guess this one just wasn't meant to be, but it's so frustrating because it was the absolute closest thing to perfect that we've found.

The one positive from yesterday is that my boys were extremely well-behaved. It's a bit of a hassel dragging them around with us because we're in and out of the car so much, but they were both real troopers.