So, I haven’t posted in a few days, so I’ll stop by here long enough to post this:

We found a house on Saturday that we LOVE. Two houses down from my dear friend Leslie and in NE Minneapolis, a very up and coming neighborhood. So…after careful consideration, we put an offer on said house on Sunday. We’re stoked. We’ve only gotten this far once before, and that was a very low offer on a very expensive house about a year ago. (We didn’t stand a chance, and we knew it.) This was our first offer where we actually felt comfortable with the terms and mortgage payment, and felt we had a good chance – this was their first offer on the house, and it had been on the market for 2 months.

Well, as of right now, we’re more than likely NOT getting the house because the old people that live there seem to have decided that now, since they got their first and ONLY offer, that maybe they don’t want to move anymore. WHAT? I mean, I just don’t get it. I cried like, 3 times yesterday; as much as I tried not to get attached to the house or start making my mental plans for the place, I did. And so I got really upset.

The worst part is, it’s not quite over yet. This is a band aid being pulled off at a snail’s pace. Their Realtor is going to talk to them some more today to try to convince them to sell, or at least counter our offer or something. I mean, their response to our offer was, “Oh that’s nice, but we don’t really want to deal with this now.”

In any case, we should know the final word today. I’m so irritated and crabby and sad.