Our realtor, Greg, spent most of a 48 hour house-hunting trip driving us around the old neighborhoods of the new city. After the first night I was discouraged and panicked about what we were about to do.
In the morning, we grabbed coffee and drove down several tree lined streets. I reluctantly got out of the car (okay, partly because it was 95 degrees with matching humidity) in front of the first house on the schedule.
Our realtor looked at me and said, "We are going to find you a house today."
He made a phone call after our previous evening of strike-outs and learned of a house that would be coming on the market. Later that morning, we pulled into the driveway and I was ready to make an offer.
After begging the listing agent, we were allowed to look at the house. It is a long story, but the seller was not easy to work with. We spent 30 minutes exploring and dreaming up ideas and then got on an airplane.
We met the seller and his son the day we moved in. The 87-year-old man brought us a journal with his best wishes for us written on the first page. He wanted us to have a picture of him and his wife in front of the old house, many years ago. He said to us over and over, "You're going to love it here."
Awww that is so sweet.
ReplyDelete