In the second weekend of January 2011, the Husband and I sat down in the lobby of our condo building with our realtor and put our names on a hefty offer for an adorable fixer-upper. We had been looking for just over two weeks, had seen everything in our chosen neighbourhood, and were itching to start negotiations.
Less than 24 hours later, our offer was accepted.
We were blown away, considering it was a starting offer, a solid $20 000 less than asking price. We had expected to go back and forth at least on our closing date which was almost 3 months away. We bounced off the walls for a few days and then settled in to wait.
Now, we're just 10 days away from the end of that wait and we are so excited. We've got a lot of work ahead of us -- did I mention it's a fixer upper? And not much time to do it in. We'll have our rental apartment for 1 month after we get into the house which gives us a little time to rip it apart and make it livable, but not a lot of time for mistakes and unexpected hiccups both of which I'm sure are in our future. We have 30 days to get as much renovating done as we can, 30 days until we're forced to move into a dusty house.