First, I have to write that the grammarian in me hates when people say and write anxious when they really mean eager. They’re not interchangeable, people! Anxiety has a nervous element to it.
And now, after that PSA, I’m feeling both emotions about this:
Sunday, Josh and I toured 13 houses. And if you ever have to view 13 houses with Chris (or 13 apartments, or 13 stores), you will be picking up what I’m putting down.
We put in five offers on Monday. Oh, yes. Five. That makes a total of eight so far. One of our previous offers (a short sale) was submitted to the bank for approval. Which means it’s probably ours if we want it. Two other houses countered, but it’s likely would could get them. The house above also is a short sale and submitting our offer to the bank. And it’s the one we want. And it’s likely that we’ll get it. It’s making me feel a lot of anxiety — four hours of sleep last night! — and a lot of eagerness.
It’s a big house: three bedrooms (one’s a master suite), 1 3/4 baths, a living room, a family room, a dining area, a large kitchen, detached two-car garage, patio, backyard. It’s 1,700 sq. ft., which is one of the largest we’ve seen. I might never move again. Short sales can take up to three months. Let’s cross our fingers and hope everything goes smoothly and this house is mine before the end of January.