As if I needed any more convincing that there is an entity or higher being that doesn't want me to purchase my first apartment. Last week while at work, I got two missed calls from my real estate agent, each a minute apart. On the second call she left a voice-mail message asking me to get in touch. I didn't immediately think that there were any concerns as the day prior we were talking about me signing the contract and completing my coop board application. I was super excited about the process now and my previous anxiety were beginning to fade away. I called the real estate agent back but I was not at all prepared for what she had to say.
“Are you at work?” she asked.
“Yes”, I responded.
“I wanted to talk to you when you're home,”
“What's going on?” I asked finally coming to the
realization that all was not well.
“I don't think you're going to be able to move forward on
the property.”
“What? Why?”
“Well, the Sellers’s attorney informed me this morning that
the apartment is in foreclosure.” I was silent for a minute, not quite sure if
I understood what she was saying. But I allowed her to continue, “Well, the Sellers
have not paid the mortgage in about three months and the bank foreclosed on the
property”.
I finally
let out a huge laugh as an odd sense of relief just swept over me.
“You’re
not upset”.
I cackled, “No”.
And I was not “upset”. I just wanted this exhausting
home search to come to an end. I’m tired of going to open houses, tired of
searching. This past weekend, I went to
seven open houses, still not seeing anything that I really wanted.
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