Buying a House part V - continued from Nevermind...
By this point, house shopping had become pretty exhausting, and we were losing our motivation. We were in a good situation, we loved our neighbors, and I still had another year of school. Part of me felt unsettled at the idea of staying, but a bigger part of me was really excited and almost even relieved that things were going that way.
By this point, house shopping had become pretty exhausting, and we were losing our motivation. We were in a good situation, we loved our neighbors, and I still had another year of school. Part of me felt unsettled at the idea of staying, but a bigger part of me was really excited and almost even relieved that things were going that way.
We still had e-mails filtering in to us every day letting us know what was newly listed, but nothing really caught our eye. We went out to see a couple of more houses, but really started to realize that it was West Jordan or nothing for us. And even within West Jordan we were finding things we just weren't interested in.
One evening we had a batch of about three houses come through, all in West Jordan. Two of them were split entries, which we hadn't really even looked previously. One of them didn't even have pictures up, but the location it was in was perfect. Andrew was about to jump out of his skin with excitement over it since it was Bingham High School territory. House shopping in West Jordan had meant that we were setting up our kids for going to our rival school. This resolved that dilemma for him. To me, the area was a toss up in convenience to my special yellow house. I didn't have the same concern about raising West Jordan jaguars as he had. And the house wasn't any closer to my parents home than the yellow one. The yellow one was newer, bigger, had the same sized lot, and really, at this point I was kind of in a yellow house or nothing frame of mind. But we talked with Terry to set up showings for us anyway.
We went to the first house and immediately knew we didn't want it. We weren't fond of the area it was in, and it had a weird, funky smell to it. That was the rambler. We went to the second house and it was set into a neighborhood with weird access. It was a split entry and the condition was poor. Andrew, Terry and I all left that house muttering, "They are seriously asking that much for THAT?" And we were down to the third house. We hadn't seen any pictures, but the posting said it had been updated. We knew we liked the area, but had no idea what to expect. And I still just wanted to wait it out and see what happened with the yellow house. I was in no rush to jump on something.
We started driving - Andrew in one vehicle so he could go to work immediately afterwards, and me in another. We were driving South on Bangerter - a road I rarely use when I had this overwhelming feeling that I was driving home. I couldn't shake the feeling so I called Andy and said, "Do you feel like you're driving home?" I was strangely excited. Something felt really right.
We got there and the house seemed very plain compared to my beautiful yellow home. But it was nice. We walked in and it reminded me of the home I lived in from age five - twelve. I have good memories of that house. The house smelled of new carpet, which was great. It looked really nice. The kitchen had been billed as updated, but I could see that the counter top was the exact counter my mom had in her home 30 years ago, so it didn't seem very updated to me. Andrew is impulsive and I am very cautious. I was liking what I saw, but didn't want to rush into a judgement. Andy was walking around squealing with delight at every turn. He walked into the master bedroom, peeked into the master bathroom and said, "Jenny-girl! This is YOUR house!"
Based on our previous experiences, we decided we had better make an offer immediately. But I was still uncertain as to what I wanted. If we went into a contract on this home, it meant giving up the yellow home. I had some serious thinking and decision making to do. We rushed to Terry's office to write up the offer. He had a limited amount of time as he was on his way to a funeral. From Terry's office, Andrew headed to work and then I went to my mom's house to tell her about our morning and to talk over the pros and cons of each house.
to be continued...
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