Who knew that buying an apartment was a blood sport? I’ve never known such stress. Nails have been bitten to the quick. There’s not enough yoga in the world to save this situation: buying a house or apartment is horribly, horribly stressful.
We put in our offer on the potential ugly baby, the apartment to renovate, as soon as possible. We know for almost certain we’re not alone in this sick little game – and these unseen opponents are trying their damndest to ruin my life.
Every carb within a 20-km radius is about to get stress-eaten.
The apartment-buying offer
Unlike every other competition on earth – when buying a house (or apartment), you have no way of knowing your enemy. That’s the stressor – an inability to strategize. Will they offer high? Offer low? Why is everyone given a fair shot when I want it the most?
And yet. It’s said and done, signed and sealed.
“Now what?”
“You cross your fingers.”
Agent Awesome picked up the documents and left.
How’s it going to go down?
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Full photo credit to lululemon, and (clockwise from top left) norwichnuts, Kanko*, Geoff Peters 604 (Wa-hey, Vancouver photog!), and more norwichnuts via Flickr Creative Commons.
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Go, team, go! Hope you win the ugly prize…
Haha, thanks Kim! We’ll either win the ugly prize or I’ll add 20 lbs of cake, pie & ice cream to my rear…. Appreciate the moral support!