Rip tide

We were sucked deep into Real Estate land and after a few more weeks of comparison shopping, I discovered there was nothing else out there.  Nothing with 3 bedrooms and a good-sized garage, nothing commuting distance from the city, nothing NOT bank owned in our low-ceiling price range.  Not one single house on MLS (the multiple listing service) fit our criteria except the one on Hemlock Street.  If we wanted to move out of our increasingly cramped one-bedroom apartment in the Bronx and into something more spacious, then THIS was our opportunity.

One hot night, from a rooftop bar in the city, we called Diane and made an offer on the house on Hemlock Street.  It already had an accepted offer.  It felt like that moment in a relationship where one partner says, "I love you," and the other party isn't able to reciprocate the sentiment.  It sucks.

We figured, something better will come along; everything happens for a reason; its for the best; we're not really ready to buy a home anyway!  But we secretly hoped that the deal would fall apart.

10 days later, we got our wish and resubmitted our offer.  The sellers agreed to our terms, basically sell us your lovely home as soon as possible and we will fix it up and restore the beauty it once emanated. 

That was the pledge, now begins the work!