At the beginning of this year, I decided real estate might be a good investment option, so I began the search for a house. A coworker of mine was very eager to help and would let me know the minute a new property popped on the market. However, the weeks and months rolled by and not a one seemed right. Either it cost too much, needed too much fixing, was in the wrong part of town, or didn't have enough "character". There wasn't even one that was close enough to go look at. I began to wonder if there was a house for me. Was I being too picky? Should I adjust my expectations?
Still I hung on to hope and one day, quite out of the blue, it seemed, this house popped on the market. The next day my boss, who is a realtor, got me a showing. 2 of the other guys came along for the walk-through. It all checked out, the price was right AND it was cute! That afternoon I put in an offer. There had been 9 other showings that day and multiple offers had already hit the table. Things were moving so fast I could barely keep up! At one point I thought, I'll be just as relieved if I don't get it, as if I do! But with a tweak here and there, several hours later my offer was accepted. You might say I was mildly (or shall we say WILDLY) excited!
And here she is!
