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Condo or not
My fiance and I recently moved back to Chicago in hopes to do what every good American hopes to do: buy a condo. Neither one of us are currently working so we were eager hit the ground running and see as many units (that’s what they call them when you own!) as possible, with the expectation to find something quickly. Within the first two days of us being on the hunt we checked out nine different condos with no leads. Friends of ours who bought recently assured us that they only saw about 14 places before choosing theirs. With this piece of information we were confident that the next time we would see our real estate agent, she would have gold for us. And she did. Walking into a place that makes you never want to visit, look at, think about other available condos is the feeling you should have when about to make an offer. Unfortunately, as we found out later, this property already had an offer that was about the be accepted. We waited and waited for five long days to learn the fate of our beloved home. Yesterday we found out that we lost.
Since we saw the Queen Elizabeth of units, everything we have seen subsequently are what my fiance calls the “D students”. Are we being to picky, are we grieving, or are the soaring numbers of buyers snatching up all the gold? Either way, this experience is harder than we thought and requires a lot of work and patience. They say you aren’t supposed to fall in love until you close, but how often is that the case for anything? I hope we can fall in love again and not get our hearts broken. But if not, at least we have a futon in my sister’s one bedroom apartment to call our own. That’s the same right?
