You might remember seeing my previous blog post about our frenzied, frustrating search for a house. Lots has happened since then which meant this is the third time I have written this post. Hopefully this will be the last time I have to refer to a post as house hunt.
The house that got to me that time, the one the blog post was about, came back on the market. It was the most surreal and wonderful feeling to receive the call. It sounds dramatic to say but it really made my head spin; I had come to terms with losing this house and I had been focusing on other places and other options.
Since that house, we have offered on several more properties, and come close, but not quite close enough. I hear people throwing around phrases like the housing ‘bubble’ and talking about how difficult and competitive the market is at the moment; but it feels different seeing that bubble from the inside. From inside the eye of the storm! Houses fly on to the market and swiftly disappear, often for above the asking price and more recently, if you’re not a cash buyer with a big fat deposit, or a chain free first time buyer, you’re stuffed.
On Tuesday this week, I scrolled through the list of saved properties in my property apps (I like Rightmove and Zoopla the best) and saw the house still in my list. I don’t know why I had left it there. Just in case? I noticed that it was still ‘under offer’ and not Sold STC and I wondered if I should call the agent and check in. I dismissed the idea; that’s stupid. Of course its still going through. Sigh.
The next day, I was on the train to London when I got a voicemail from an agent. I’ve had so many calls from agents recently (and emails and texts and letters.. etc.) I left it until I had better signal and listened to the voicemail. They said the house had come back on the market. It had all fallen through. Were we still interested?
Cue frenzied text messages to AJ; were we still interested? Did we want to offer? How much? I was anxious and my messages were getting more frequent and typed quicker each time.
We dropped our offer – we knew they had accepted less money from the previous buyer and we weren’t going to pay more than we needed to. Our offer was accepted! We ACTUALLY agreed a sale! Not just any sale on any house, but the house. The one that had its own blog post and hours of tears.
The agent confessed that the previous sale fell through because of a scary looking survey. But that’s OK. We have some money put aside for renovations, because we’ve always ideally wanted a project house. The house is around 100 years old; we never expected to have it surveyed and have them say “that’s cool, move straight in”.
We have a very long way to go, lots of money to spend and lots of things to work out. The most important being a full structural survey, to tease out all the skeletons in the closet. But. Its a start. Its a step in the right direction and proof that sometimes, all those other sales don’t go through for a reason.
|Image source (Not our house.. Just a pretty looking house)|
Has anyone else had a similar experience?