Yes, I know, it’s been a while. A lot has happened since I last posted about the house on my tuesday things post a couple weeks ago, and not necessarily all good. You already know I went to Texas last weekend (which was great!) but it’s what happened right before the weekend that’s not-so-great…
Just a few days after ratifying the contract, we had our home inspection. Luckily we had a guy who has to be the best inspector around town! He found quite a bit wrong with the home, some expected, but much of it not. We certainly did not expect to find that laundry list of items in one home, and neither did our agent.
Unfortunately due to some inaccessibility issues, we had to go back for a second time to finish up. The next day we served our notice. Let’s just say the inspector told us that “even the laziest of inspectors would have a pretty little list for this place,” and M had never given a report that lengthy. In the end, the seller did not agree to even half of the terms, so sadly, we had to break the contract and walk away.
As sad as we are, I know that it’s for the best. Even though I loved the house and could really see us there, it wasn’t meant to be. A co-worker pointed out, “You even said you were holding back your excitement. Your subconscious was telling you that this wasn’t right.” I know there is another house out there for us, and now we just have to find it!
Luckily, the day we broke the contract, Dave and I had a fun event to attend at the Hard Rock Cafe DC – so we decided to “Rock On” and have fun for the night, but also to just keep on rockin’ with the house search. Our friend Jordan manages the DC HRC, and last Thursday night was their “Movers and Shakers” VIP party, fully equipped with plenty of food, free-flowing libations, a photo booth complete with props and, of course, rock ‘n’ roll! They even had dancers who could totally stand up next to Beyonce with the moves they were showing off!
The event was a hit (no pun intended) and we even got fun party favors! We basically closed the place down, and Jordan actually let me crash the ice sculpture in front of the restaurant at the end of the night. It was very therapeutic :)
All I can say is that I can’t wait for next year’s shindig! Thanks HRC for a super good time!!
Are you a mover? Or a shaker?!
(I think I’m a mover, but when I saw those “Beyonce dancers” I really wanted to be a shaker!)