Everything that could go wrong, did. The roof inspection went poorly. There were termites. Repairs were promised, lots of lies were told. The closing date went back and forth like a yo-yo. We tried hard, but in the end, we just had no confidence that the house wasn't a money pit of hidden damage, so we terminated the offer almost a week after all the repairs were due and not delivered upon.
That was a Thursday. We started looking at houses again on a Sunday, and we found one we really liked. Made an offer on Monday and bam. They accepted.
Now, how do we know house 2 will most likely close on the 30th as planned?
No one is lying. We have a full disclosure. The inspection is set for Monday with no objections from the owner.
And we're planning the space, looking obsessively at pics of the interior, placing our furniture.
The only plan we ever made for the first house was tentative paint colors. That's it. We never believed it, never got excited. Now, we're making lists and planning Two Men and a Truck and... Yeah. Woot.
Somehow things fall into place when they're meant to be.
How cool is that?