My friend B sent this photo to me today. This note was hanging in one of the houses on the Street of Eames tour here in Portland last weekend. And after what's gone on with the house thing over the last few days, this nugget came as a welcome reminder.
On Sunday, I went with my agent to see a house that was perfect. Perfect. Within my price range, the ultimate ideal floor plan for myself and my business, completely remodeled at a very high quality. It was almost too perfect. Someone had made an offer that day, and we weren't sure if it had been accepted. I was too terrified to make a move. TERRIFIED. So I waited. The house remained an active listing on mls. I drove by yesterday, and they were having an open house. I went in again, called my realtor, and told her I wanted to make an offer.
All day long, I was freaking out. Yes I do, no I don't. Yes, yes, I do. It's the one. Emotional turmoil. Anxiety. My realtor called the listing agent and discovered that indeed, the previous offer had been accepted. The listing agent was using the house to get publicity for themselves, and not telling visitors of the open house that it had indeed been spoken for. Sneaky, tacky, bad karma. I felt a brief moment of relief when I learned all of this, but it was followed by a nearly sleepless night. I can't get that place out of my head.
But it wasn't the perfect house, or it would have all happened. Even if only the timing was wrong, it was wrong. I didn't know enough to jump when I should have, I just didn't know.
If I had it to do over again, I'd have made an offer on Sunday night. Lesson learned.
And lesson #2 (hard to take, being miss naive that I am): this is a dirty, dirty business.
I'm really going to try to make it fun, and let it happen in my own time. That's where I am today.
My realtor told me, when I apologized for freaking out so much, "You're not freaking out! You're living your life with passion. Embrace it!" Thank god for that lady.
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