|—||Pete Hamill (via mightyflynn)|
We came in 2nd out of 12 and they offered us back-up position which we are taking happily. The highest offer didn’t get it. There are still good people out there, and my confirmation that we did everything right makes me confident in my ability to get the job done. We did the best we could, and were great with that. Onward and upward.
I found a home for us. Its looking like us and 4 other offers maybe more. We pre-inspect today. I’ve done the research. The paperwork will be beautiful. We can only do the best we can do. It’s what i tell my buyers to try and mitigate stress, but i’ve been breaking out in rash and waking up early with my heart pounding all the same. (I wrote this yesterday) Inspection went well, but the competition is insane offers are due tomorrow.
You know where you would burn the world down if you could only get the match lit?
I fucking hate this place today, and here’s what I’m going to do about it. Make frozen egg rolls from Trader Joes, enjoy some tea and a glass of red wine, and then read until i fall asleep. Wake up early and try to be a normal person for my 7am condo association meeting and the 10AM class I am going to teach then go to the Dr to get a script for the raging sinus infection that has turned me into MISS MARY FUCKING SUNSHINE.
Ok guys it snowed last night and today i have an open house at the alpine driveway house. Seriously it goes straight up. Pics of me falling on my ass while trying to clear that driveway to follow. Love your friendly neighborhood California transplant Realtor.