This home buying business is like a long walk.
Sometimes it's like one of those ideal walks, where the sunlight streams through the trees. It's cool and the birds flit about above your head and you think this is a place you never want to leave. It's peaceful and beautiful.
At other times, this madness, is more like being stuck at the far end of a parking lot in the pouring rain...with toddlers...just shoot me now.
Last week, on the day we expected to hear either an acceptance of our offer to the bank, or a counter offer, we heard this instead:
The bank has let the house go into foreclosure
Even though they had an offer on the table.
Even though ours was the FIRST offer in six months.
Even though it was a fair offer.
The greedy, no good, rotten, self serving, bank passed up on a sale of a property that would have kept the original owner from going into foreclosure and made the bank some money.
So, now, we are back to square one.
No more short sales for us thanks.
And still I dream of white, wide open kitchen.