Mine are. Long story short, we've heard diddly squat on the house (to my one international reader: that means "nothing"!) I'm not even going to speculate on what happened. From talking to others who have gone through the home selling/buying nightmare, these things are to be expected. I suppose I should be thankful that we didn't get as far as having things in writing and *then* have the deal fall through. It's probably best that the lady disappeared this early on.
In an attempt to be optimistic, I will say that at least it seems we may have hit a price point that is generating more interest.
Also, I will say to anyone reading this who may be looking to buy a house: don't fuck with people. It's not nice, especially in this market. And if you decide you're not interested after making some tentative moves toward an offer, at least have the courtesy to let someone know. Maybe this is karmic payback for that time I went on a date with a guy I thought was really fun, but then on the date I realized I wasn't attracted to him--it was like a brother kind of thing--so instead of having the balls to tell him straight up I wasn't interested, I simply ignored all his calls until he stopped calling. I felt bad about that for a really long time, pretty much until the guy married a really great girl, which assuaged my guilt.
But anyway, I am *this* close to burying a statue of St. Joseph upside down in my yard...
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I've never had ulcers like the ones I've had when we've bought and sold houses. I think it's one of the most stressful things you can go through. Jay and I have pretty much decided we're done moving...they're going to have to carry us out of this place in pine boxes.
That said, I can't tell you how many times people told us about the St. Joseph statue when we were having trouble selling our Chicago condo. Of course, those same people also couldn't tell me where I was supposed to bury St. J. in my one-bedroom, no balcony-having, 23rd floor condo.
Ours sold anyway. So will yours.
Thanks for the update! I've been wondering.
Yeah, my mom has heard of the St. Joseph statue thing and is taking one with her to Minneapolis to bury in our backyard. Let's hope it helps us sell our house!!! I'm not much for superstitions...but just in case...
When I can't sleep at night, I end up watching these really bad reality tv shows about selling your house, and it really makes me never ever want to buy, sell, own, or enter a house, ever again.
Hope your luck improves.
Ah, this sucks... why can't some rich developer just buy up your place (and all the neighbours') so he can build tons of apartments?!?!
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