Look how pretty!
It's a renovated 1850 Greek Revival home on 2 acres... And it's mine, all mine! OK, it's mine if the inspection doesn't reveal that it's about to fall down and the bank decides to loan me lots of money and all that. But, after many days of bickering, the seller and I have found a (relatively) happy medium.... How grown-up am I?

And I was a hard ass, I'll have you know. I made an offer, they countered. I countered their counter. They countered my counter to their counter with their final offer. I didn't like their final offer, so I said forget it and said no deal and walked away..... Then, lo and behold, 5 hours later, they're like "Hey, wait, come back, don't go!" They thought they called my bluff. Ha, well, take that. I called your bluff better. And I (mostly) got my way. They came down more than I went up, so I figure I pretty much won.

Now, of course, is the dreaded inspection. A house that's 156 years old does not get through an inspection unscathed. I have a feeling we will be doing more bickering. You pay for it. No, you pay for it..... But I'm a hard ass and they know it. Don't mess with me.

It's so pretty. I'm in love. (Spoken like a true hard ass.)

Oh, and it's definitely not the same as the house next door. Which you would know is a problem for me if you read my ranting previous post on everything that is wrong with America. OK, not everything. I didn't get into George Bush. There wasn't time for that.

Posted by blueostrich at 7:14 PM
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