It turned out to be more of an adventure than I anticipated.
Long story short, I didn't get that house. A few issues popped up in the inspection. Now, let me say, for most sellers, that's just part of the process. Any home that isn't brand new is going to have a few fixes that are needed. And probably some new ones.
I just had the really unfortunate experience of dealing with the seller's realtor, who seemed like he had some overly-macho need to insist on being the boss. Judging by the back-and-forth, the sellers were willing to negotiate, but the realtor thought he could bully me into submission. Which has never much worked for me, in life or in housing.
I'm at least comforted in knowing I did everything I could to make that house mine.
But I'd be lying if I said it wasn't devastating. When you are far enough along that you put down money (oh, did I mention he's trying to keep my earnest money too?) you get to think about the future of that house. The future of YOU in that house.
But I've learned that house shopping is a lot like dating. (This is going to make sense in a bit. I promise).
We've all had that point in single life when you think you'll never, ever find anyone. And it's pointless in trying. And for the first few weeks after losing that house, I thought I'd never find a house and that was the perfect house and why even bother?
Though I'm still without a house, and I'm still very much single, I have confidence that both of those parts of my life will work out eventually :)