…or the story of The House That Broke My Heart.
I still love this house…and it’s still on the market but more on that later. As soon as I walked in I KNEW it was my house. Beautiful floors, gorgeous historical accents, easy layout and a fireplace! The kitchen needed some work-just counter tops, cabinets, appliances and paint and the sun porch/entry in the back was drywall and plywood but still, I KNEW. As soon as I had seen it all and after it got my dad’s stamp of approval (in about 15 minutes) I told my realtor that I wanted to withdraw my offer on the first house and submit an offer on this one.
The MAIL SLOT!
I made a full asking price offer of $75,000 and within days it was accepted. I went out of my way to drive past *my* house at least a few times a day and was on the edge of my seat for the day I got the call moving me forward. FINALLY in October 2012 my realtor called and said that they were ready for me to schedule the inspection. The house passed with only a few minor problems (fixing a breaker and replacing an outlet.) The inspector said, “For a house of this vintage it’s in excellent condition.” With this pass I fell harder and just knew I would be in by Christmas.
So I waited, and waited and waited. I decorated and rearranged the whole house a thousand times over in my head and then on December 27, 2012 my realtor called and said they had countered my offer. The new price….$87,000. And I needed to make my decision quickly. My realtor agreed that the market and area didn’t support the higher price and so, after waiting for 4 months for MY house I walked away.
Within two weeks of it being relisted at $85,000 it again went under contract but that’s as far as it has gotten. It has spent another 5 months pending and according to the online listing it’s waiting on Financing.
I’m sure people think I’m crazy-$87,000 is nothing for a house but I felt betrayed and played with. I felt like I was being manipulated and the bank was trying to see just how much they could get from me.
I think about this house all the time but I don’t regret not buying it. I had dreams of celebrating its 100th birthday and restoring it to the beautiful, loved home that it once was.
I still plan on buying an almost 100 year old home and I still dream about making something beautiful again. A house is waiting in the wings (just bought by BOA, waiting for it to hit the market) that was built in 1918 and could be even more perfect that this one. No pictures yet though, I don’t want to jinx it!
PS-while I didn’t notice any ghosts in this house my mother felt an older man in the basement workshop (near the original coal chute!) I like to think that he would have loved how I cared for his beloved home.