Saturday morning started with lovely thunderstorms... I seriously love thunderstorms, especially in the morning. What I don't love is when those storms wake a baby and scare her causing her to cry and wake everyone else up. Oh well, I got over it pretty quickly. I was looking forward to a giant Starbucks coffee, spending time with my brother, and finding the house of my dreams.
The day didn't go exactly like that though...
It was pouring rain, which isn't the best weather for house-hunting, but I brought my big umbrella and told myself to deal with the rain. My realtor was a bit late because the power went out at his house sometime overnight, which in and of itself isn't that big of a deal. When we got to the first house, there was a big U-Haul in the driveway and the garage was wide open. The people were still there! How uncomfortable! So we walked through the house anyway and it was trashed- bags of garbage all over, not cleaned up, yuck. And weird to bump into the people too! After checking out the basement, first floor, and garage, we went upstairs and checked out the bathroom... where we saw mold. Deal breaker for me. We left.
Or tried to leave... We got into my realtor's car and it wouldn't start. He'd apparently been having trouble with his starter, but now it was just dead. He was very apologetic and got out of the car to ask the guy across the street to help him jump the battery or something. Instead, the Good Samaritan offered to drive us all back to the office where we could pick up either my car or my brother's car. So we did that. Nice guy, eh? At one point on the drive though, I noticed Good Samaritan's gas gauge warning light on... I was worried that HIS car would die too!
When we finally got to the next house on the agenda, the occupant of that house was also there! She appeared to be a high school student living there alone... literally a high schooler, she told us her prom dress was laid out in one of the bedrooms, but that we could still go in to look around. She told us her listing agent didn't give her a specific time we'd be there. That's bullcrap.
Anyway, only 1 of the 4 houses I saw on Saturday was even remotely appealing... and it seemed small to me. I felt a little claustrophobic inside.
After that I hung out for a while with my brother and his friend, but I wasn't feeling all that well. Ever since I had that big Starbucks.... I stopped at Target and got some Pepto before going home, fully intending to sleep. Instead, I had a violent episode of projectile vomiting. I felt awful all night, puked a few more times, and only got short snippets of sleep. Yesterday I didn't go to the open house I was supposed to go to because I slept through it (and I felt crappy anyway).
Is this a sign? I mean, here's all the weird stuff that has happened since I stared house-hunting:
-the first house I loved sold before I could even see it,
-my realtor locked the keys in the house at one place,
-I sort of broke a cabinet while opening it during a showing,
-I put in an offer on a house and they took it off the market!!
-my realtor's car completely died while showing me homes,
-I have been sick almost the entire time I've been looking, including an awful flu-like virus/cough, AND projectile vomiting.
What gives?
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It's not swine flu is it? Especially since you hung up that pig picture....I'm beginning to see the connections....hm, OK, there are none. Hope you feel better soon!
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