When I was in California visiting my sister, Portia found The Cat in the Hat in the room where she was sleeping and asked me to read it every night. She loved the part when the fish is flustered and the cat keeps on with his crazy antics. The part that stuck with us (and we still repeat a lot) is when the fish said about the up, up-up-up-with-a-fish game: Do I like this game? Oh no, I do not.
I've been flustered lately too. About realtor games. Last night, the realtor came back to us and said we needed to go up another $10,000 if we wanted to get the house that we had already negotiated a price on. We had two hours to think about it and get back to her. We talked. I didn't feel good about it. Eric didn't either. We decided it's the price we originally negotiated or nothing. We'd walk.
I righted everything in my head. I decided we'd get a fence this summer and maybe put a little playhouse in the back yard. I'd do my bookshelves after all. I felt so at peace with it. But a half an hour later, the realtor called back and said the owners really wanted us to get the house so there's still a chance. This feels like a big game where people are lying (about back-up offers, etc.) to try to get you to raise the price. I don't know if I can trust my own realtor who got a little ornery with me last night about how $10,000 was no big deal. Part of me just wanted to be done with it once and for all and accept that I'm going to be staying in my house that I love (and no one else seemed to from our week and a half on the market). So now we're still in this state of indecision--are we going or are we not?
At the risk of sounding like an overly uptight fish, I'll end this blog by saying, Do I like this game? Oh no, I do not!