I’ve been looking for a place to move to for a month and a half or something like that while Mrs. ToKnow has been very patiently getting her refinancing done for the house she’ll keep. That all got taken care of a week ago, so I’m technically a tenant now, and I can hear the clock ticking much more loudly.
I’ve had a couple of little condo subdivisions/complexes/neighborhoods where I’ve really wanted to find something that felt right, but none of the units that came on the market were the right thing. These two neighborhoods are ideal for me: close to work, centrally located for my haunts, and mature,well-established neighborhoods (new construction in Charlotte is terribly suspect due to the housing boom here: there are all kinds of horror stories about poor quality).
I get daily updates in e-mail from the realtor’s office with new listings, and last week I met my agent and we looked at the insides of a couple I had scoped out, neither of which were in my two favorite areas.
One was good enough, though, that I figured it was time to get serious and make an offer, so we did that yesterday. It’s further away from work than I really, really want to be, but it’s a great location in its own right (walking distance to good shopping and restaurants) and what’s more is it borders one of the very popular areas of town and so is arguably the better investment, especially since it’s cheaper than I’m liable to find in either of my ideal subdivisions.
Weird situation: my agent is the seller’s agent husband. The wife went home sick yesterday, so he told me as I was leaving that he’d deliver the offer today, for the sake of marital harmony. The seller had another buyer taking a second look today, which is worrisome from the standpoint that I’m offering less than the asking price and can’t afford a bidding war, but I guess that’s the risk you always take.
This morning, while looking over my daily update, there’s a unit in one of my ideal neighborhoods for a reasonable price. So, naturally, I’m expecting my offer to be accepted.