Friday, 11 February 2011
Then you spot the perfect place online. This is it! You're so excited and ready to lockdown the deal. Then you go to the Open House. The spacious lounge is actually quite pokey and you didn't see the train line in any of the online shots. There's also a strange smell coming from a nearby factory.
Then you're back on www.domain.com.au. I've been looking for us and also for my mum. The whole process really sucks.
Endless Saturdays traipsing around 'Open for Inspections'. Seeing the same people at every house. Each week the desperation gets so thick it's suffocating.
Once you find a home that makes you smile, somewhere where you can imagine building a life, the tango with the real estate agent begins. The calls, the negotiating. The "Well, you better get your money on the table cause I've got another couple desperate to buy it," line. Or "You won't find a better house in this area for this kind of money".
Or else the house is going to auction. You go and get your building report done, get your finances in order and dream about your new home. Then at the auction, you're blown away in the first bid and the house goes for $150,000 more than the agent suggested it would.
Sigh. Maybe I can live in this tiny house just a bit longer.
Posted by Corinne (aka Rinny of Arabia) at 08:54