And now, for the rest of the story . . .
The first part of this saga ended with finding a good apartment prospect. After not so much deliberation, I wanted to submit the rental application, along with a deposit to hold the place while they processed our application, and be done with this agonizingly long and drawn out apartment/house hunt.
Matthew felt we’d put the time and energy into looking at houses for sale and wanted to make an offer on a FSBO house we’d looked at a couple of times. I wasn’t excited about the place, but I agreed to make a low offer.
So last Friday morning, I biked over to drop off our rental application and earnest money and Matthew made some phone calls that ended with making a verbal offer on the house. Because why have just one place to live when you could have a house AND an apartment?
Anyway, the FSBO was an estate house, and since our offer was lower than their asking price, they had to take it to probate.
Having done all we could, we headed out to a local winery for a
relaxing stressful afternoon. In the middle of our wine tasting, the trustee of the estate called back and engaged Matthew in an exceedingly long conversation, the bottom line of which was, he would take our offer before the probate judge but would not argue for it, but if we increased our offer by $5k (still $15k below their asking price), he would argue for it.
Hot, tired, annoyed that Matthew was spending most of our winery trip on the phone, and frustrated with (and physically uncomfortable because of) a fussy, refusing-to-nurse baby, I had no desire to enter into negotiations or increase our offer on a house that I wasn’t all that excited about. So we said they could take or leave our initial offer, and they later called back to say, “no deal.”
With our new lease start-date still a few weeks away, we went ahead and pulled out the boxes and packing tape over the weekend, making an impressive amount of progress in little spurts here and there. We started to discuss how we would arrange things in the new apartment.
And then on Tuesday afternoon, the FSBO guy calls Matthew and says they’ve reversed course and will take our offer, if we’re still offering. For some reason, I’d kind-of expected this and was not terribly surprised.
After a bit of discussion that evening, we ultimately decided that this was not the house for us, even at our original offer price, and Matthew informed the owners of our final decision.
So. Packing continues and we’ve scheduled movers. In a few weeks, our almost-year-long experiment in living as a family of three in a one-bedroom apartment will come to an end, and I am ready!