My first night on the Cape I stayed at Wood Duck Inn. The rest of the time with my friend C. I especially loved the back yard of the Inn.
It bordered on the cranberry bog. There were walking paths through the blog, oops I mean bog.
In 5 days, I looked at 8 houses for sale. I made an offer on one, then negotiated the price once I had gotten home. For some insane reason I offered a very high price, as the owner was budging down only a few thousand dollars. Finally he accepted at this price way over what I would like to spend.
I was supposed to amend the dates and money amounts on the offer to purchase and fax the offer to my Realtor today. However, my temper overcame me. When the Realtor phoned to say the offer was accepted she said the owners would like to stay in the house after closing. They needed time to pack and also get their new house negotiated, for which they needed my money. They would pay me rent.
I am sorry. I became furious at this idea. Why would I close on a house and not be able to move in. As a renter, when a landlord said I must be out by X date, I was out a month ahead of time. My possessions have been in storage for 5 years so that I might leave each rental when a landlord wanted. Why can't these people put their possessions in a storage unit and stay with friends. They can start packing now, for pete's sake. I thought about all this overnight.
On Monday my temper and anger was still strong so I said forget it. I dont want to buy the house. It was overpriced for the dumpy neighborhood anyway, which I had always understood to be a crime spot. The house itself was gorgeously renovated. Like the homes you see on HGTV. Also it had a lovely studio space in the raised ranch type basement. The best house in the neighborhood kind of thing.
I know I am childish and unreasonable and only hurting myself by this action. I concede that I am an idiot. There you go. More on the house hunt in the next post.