|Posted by karenandkurt on July 3, 2013 at 2:35 PM|
I keep checking my email account for an email that isn’t coming. Kurt and I spent this past weekend trying to buy a beautifully redone house built in 1887 and adjacent to Patapsco State Park.
And we didn’t get it; someone out bid us. And we’re crushed. And I keep hoping that the “someone’s” bid falls through and we’ll get an email saying that the seller has accepted our offer instead.
I stood there in the room that would have been my office and looked out to the park and felt at home. We planned where the garden would go and discussed how to keep Luca out of the closed off section of the basement – the underside of the house. We planned Christmas. I looked for fireplace mantels. In my mind’s eye I saw a little girl with pigtails running across the livingroom. We were so sure this would be our house.
Not getting the house sets off a swirl of emotions – old and new. We wanted this house. Kurt woke me up Saturday morning and said, “Robin just sent us some listings and I think you will really like the one.” Before my feet hit the floor and I could see the listing I just knew this was our house. How could I be wrong? How could we come in second, yet again, for something so important in life? Why wasn’t our bid good enough? We went up much higher in the asking price. We would love the house and make it beautiful. Why can’t I have a state park for a backyard?
Our agent, Robin, tried very hard to persuade the seller. The other agent wrote back to her, stating, “He thanked you for your offer and said should something happen with the offer they have, he will be in touch…”
The hope and cruelty of three dots! Here we are, second best, but held on the line by three little dots! And waiting for an email that is not going to come.
The house we didn't get.