The deal I wrote about in the last post crashed; we are still looking for home…
And it’s turning out to be way harder than we thought it would. We seem to be bidding for low-priced housing against folks who are looking for a ‘rip & flip’ or a ‘leave and lock’… apparently they have cash; we have a pre-approved loan with conditions.
Other surprises: dealing with folks (in the deal that crashed this was both seller’s agent AND seller!) who are living in a fantasy world where appraised value — and condition — have nothing to do with either the asking price OR a seller’s responsibility to disclose and repair, or at least to say up front that they are selling ‘as is’ BEFORE we agree to crank out scarce cash for appraisal and inspections.
Oh well… hope they wise up before the termites munch their way into the foundation.
Meanwhile we continue to sort, pack, and sell what we can. And keep on looking.
What does this have to do with old-time music? Not a whole lot— except that I’m really starting to appreciate the old songs that speak to loss and struggle, about leaving home. And to enjoy the gift of stolen time, those few afternoons when I’m able to spend some time picking with friends.
At least I got my go-to dulcimer fitted with a (very overdue) set of strings this afternoon. Onward…