Tonight I'm feeling a little frustrated. On the eve of the 11 offer we've made on a house I'm waiting for our real estate agent to call. But I don't really need to be eagerly waiting by the phone, I know the drill. The sellers met with their agent at 5pm today to review the offers and as the clock ticks by I'm sure there's some happy person(s) signing paperwork.
I don't know if anyone is familiar with the California real estate market but it's the pits. Homes are going 100+k over asking price. Yes. One hundred thousand dollars. Growing up in the Midwest, Paul and I could easily buy a mansion for the price of a fixer out here. Our offer tonight is on a fixer upper.
It's challenging because, while we both want a place to call home, I'm not willing to be "house poor." I do have Ellie and Wilbur after all. So we're sticking within a comfortable budget and making offers that seem be to appropriate for the comps in the neighborhood. And frankly, the last thing I want to do is throw all my money against a wall and walk away feeling like a sucker paying too much for a 1200sf 2 bdrm 1+ bath. Call me crazy.
I found my solace in the barn tonight. I don't know about anyone else but I am LOVING daylight savings! And I am the weirdo that goes out to the barn after work, not to ride, but to hang out and graze Ellie. I don't want to jinx anything, but something just feels really right about this horse, the barn, the program. In times of stress (stupid houses) it's so nice to have a peaceful retreat and a fun companion!