Found the perfect house yesterday after cold calling a Realtor off a sign posted in front of a house Don and I both loved and couldn’t afford just the day before. Made the offer at 6:20pm, got the call back saying it had been accepted at 10:30. Just so we’re clear, when I say perfect I mean gorgeous, goodly sized, the yard shall be slain and transformed into a heap of bushes and rocks for minimal maintenance, and beyond that I’m changing two of the lighting fixtures and calling it done. Also, it’s cheap. Our monthly mortgage payment will probably come out to just above what the monthly rent on the apartment in Chicago was. This is about two-three months before we planned to make an offer on anything but we weren’t willing to let it get away from us.
We close in mid-May. I foresee a significant reduction in the extent to which I despise this general area scheduled for early June, right around when we have things like unpacked boxes and furniture.
Anaea Lay 