An Accepted Offer

When an offer is accepted by the sellers, the buyers have ten days to schedule a home inspection. This basically our only loophole out of our agreement with the sellers. If the inspector should find something majorly wrong, we can try to renegotiate or we can back out. Matt’s boss has a guy that he recommends so Matt tries to set something up. Long story short, the seller’s agent is only available on the weekends so we need to schedule the inspection for this weekend or next weekend. The inspector is going away this weekend with leaves us with next weekend.
Keep in mind, if you haven’t bought a house, there’s this long chain of events that goes along with buying a house that no one tells you about. It’s not all fun and games like everyone makes it out to be. I love the comments. “Oh, how you’re looking for a house? How fun!” “Oh I’m jealous!” “Lucky!” No. The houses out there right now SUCK. When you find a house you like in your price range or something that you think is your price range, you make an offer. You hope it gets accepted. It doesn’t. They make a counter-offer. You make a counter-offer. Your realtor and their realtor play phone tag and fax each other constantly until, eventually, someone walks away or someone caves. Then you find a home inspector within ten days. After the home inspection, you can sign the Purchase & Sales. It isn’t until you sign the P&S that you can then lock in an interest rate for your future mortgage. With the way the rates are, it’s important to be able to lock in when the rates land where we need them to, so signing a P&S and is something we’re anxious to do. This is where we want to be at right now. Instead, we’re booking an inspector for a week from now.
At about 8:30 on Friday night, Matt and I are talking about how impatient we are and how we really and truly don’t want to wait until next Saturday to do the inspection because we want to either A) keep looking or B) sign the P&S. After much discussion, we decide to call another inspection company, one recommended by Josh, and ask if they could possibly do an inspection Saturday morning. We figure with less than twelve hours notice, it’s a ridiculous thought but we figure, what have we got to lose. The nice young lady at Tiger Home Inspections gives us the go-ahead to try and set it up between our realtor and the seller’s realtor for Saturday morning. She, in fact, has three possibly appointments for us: 8:30, 12:30, or 3:30. Matt calls Janet, our realtor, and, well, long story short(er), she had gotten the date of the inspection wrong and had everything set up for this very Saturday morning! The sellers planned to be out of the house, the seller’s agent planned to be there, and Janet had planned on coming down.
In the end, I feel awful that we had to cancel with Joel’s guy, but I am glad that we’re getting the inspection done in less than twelve hours. It’s scary and exciting. I don’t want to tell anyone. It’s like when you’re going on job interviews and you’re psyched about a particular one. You want to go tell everyone about how wonderful it’s going to be. Then again, you’re also afraid that you might go and tell everyone and then have to go back and call them and say, “Never mind, I didn’t get it.” I’m hoping the inspection goes well and just so glad that everything, so far, seemed to work out okay.