So we’ve entered into price negotiations about this house that we like. We visited it again yesterday and compared to everything else we’ve seen, it is the one we want. However, we aren’t counting on getting it. The good thing is that there are several other houses for sale in the same area, also walking distance to the train, and I think we are going to end up around there – but just possibly not in that particular house.
Despite the fact that it should be fate! It’s a British expat family who owns it with a son named Oliver!! Come on, give it to us! Okay, stop the insanity. I don’t even believe in fate.
Anyway, I think there is comfort in knowing there is a location that we both like, and that there are a few houses for sale in that area that meet the criteria and price. Mark requires grandness in space and land as he rebels against his UK lifestyle. And I require not living completely rurally again, and this place meets our needs we think.
So I am not going to worry about it. I have a job interview to completely freak out about anyway. Nothing to wear! They are going to think I am an amateur! I have baby brain that doesn’t work anymore!