A few months ago, Dan and I put an offer on a house we were confident we’d get. It had been sitting for over a year and the asking price was within our budget–so why wouldn’t we get it?! I actually shared a photo of it on my Instagram muahaha sneaky sneaky.
Well, the day after we put in our offer, we were told they received another offer that same day and they were asking for highest and best. We were incredulous and even skeptical this was true. It had been sitting for a year and they got two offers in the same day?! How?! we thought.
Of course, it was true, and the highest and best (which we both apparently low-balled) turned into a bunch of countering, and after a dramatic couple of weeks and back and forth and a mistake made by the selling agent plus some misinformation, we ended up losing the house to the other buyers.
I’m not going to lie… I cried. And I was angry. Sad and angry. We would have outbid the offer that was accepted, but again, the selling agent more or less screwed us over by telling the buyer our counter was the highest we’d go even though it quite literally was not and we had never said it was our highest. But they accepted the other offer before it could all get clarified and that was that.
Yes. Dramatic.
Never thought I’d cry over a house. But I did.
Alas… here it is:
I have a lot more photos but it’s too much to share it all so here are some of my favorite shots.
We would have redone the bathrooms eventually and painted the kitchen island and redone the backsplash (and change the light fixtures), but overall this home has such great bones it really didn’t need much work at all.
We really would love to get a home with an open kitchen/family room concept since we love that in our current house. This one was quite special. That mantel was bananas. The French doors. Le sigh. 🙁
I. Loved. This kitchen. Talk about unique. The custom English-style cabinetry and inset windows looking into the backyard and again–filling the room with natural light–was something I’ve never seen. I didn’t love the color of the island but that’s easy to paint.
And then it flowed into a this spacious breakfast nook that was… pause for shock… also surrounded by oversized windows and French doors.
Here is the dining room in the front of the house–our current dining table would have gone here. That’s a formal living room to the right across the entry that we would have made my office, adding interior French doors eventually to close it off. It had a fireplace. Would have been a dreamy spot to work.
The Second Floor:
The second floor had four bedrooms–all of which had vaulted ceilings, big closets, and a ton of natural light. There was a jack-n-jill bathroom for the boys (the two photos above would have been their bedrooms), a fourth bedroom with bath attached (the perfect guest room for family and grandparents), and a master that was just right–not too big like some homes have, but not too small either. Would have wanted to change out the carpet eventually. ALSO had second floor laundry. Have I mentioned yet this house was my dream home?
The Third Floor:
The icing on top was that this house had a finished third floor with bathroom and a finished basement. But oh how I loved this third floor space. It was so bright (unlike the basement) and would have been an amazing play area for the boys. I wanted to shiplap the ceilings, possibly add built-in bunks for cousin sleepovers, have a hanging chair. It would have been great.
Here were some of the design plans I had…
Here in the breakfast nook I was testing out white or dark walls in Photoshop but probably would have done white though because I wanted the island to be black. See below…
As you can see, we are bringing our current light fixtures with us wherever we move. I had wanted to change the island countertops to a quartz but loved the dark counters on the surrounding cabinets. Would have probably done a simple backsplash like subway tile to replace the slate that the home had.
I actually had to find these screenshots I had texted to my mom because I deleted the files since they bummed me out.
And was testing our furniture in the family room… it all would have worked so well!
So yeah. Wasn’t meant to be I guess! But sure would have been lovely.
Oh how I feel your pain! A version of the same story happened to us last July. Only we viewed the house and was waiting for positive confirmation of a job offer (again- it had sat so long, what was the hurry?). Familiarly, the agent sabotaged our chances and didn’t even alert us another offer (later we were told it was FIVE offers) had come in. We found out via a trulia alert that our dream house had an accepted offer. I wrote to the sellers on Facebook and everything but they didn’t budge. We ended up landing Within a mile and a half from that house, in a more prestigious neighborhood just a half block from Lake Michigan, (at a much higher price point) but boy did I cry over that house!!! A lot! I walk by the “other” house almost daily and still tell myself what’s meant to be will be. Hang in there! I would also love to see the exterior of your house that wasn’t meant to be.
I totally feel this! We live in the seattle/tacoma area and the market is bananas here. Sellers accepting offers hours after listing. We missed out on even seeing some homes in person because market is so crazy. We put in an offer on a flip on a great lot. Even, though our offer was over asking and strong, the other offer went in with escalation and paid 40k over asking and more than house was worth. We were bummed. But we jumped on another house and went the highest we could go to see if we could snag it. We are to be closing on it this week. But, we put our offer in on second day on market and there were 5 other offers! It’s sos crazy here, and I definitely understand how disappointing it can be.
Absolutely beautiful!! I can see why you still think about it!
I’ve felt that pain multiple times on houses that weren’t meant to be. It’s heartbreaking and I sometimes still think of some of those beauts. Hang in there!!
We had been casually looking here in Denver for a few months, and then a completely renovated home popped up on my Zillow alerts, and I immediately scheduled a viewing. I’m so thankful for our real estate agent – she made the call, and I was the first one to see it (my partner was traveling for work so I brought my best friend). The house checked off all of our needs, and the reno was done quite well (a lot of houses in Denver are run down and STILL so expensive!). I FaceTimed my partner and told him that “This is it!” and then we were walking out of the home, I kid you not – 5 sets of different people were waiting to view the house. I’ve never felt so protective and anxious about a house in my life! I didn’t want them to even look at it. We put in an offer (even without my partner seeing it himself), and they received multiple offers that day. They countered our offer, and we paid $8K more, but we did end up with the house, which I’m so so grateful for especially during this health crisis (I can’t imagine being back in our 1 bd/bath apartment during this time). Sending you hugs. xx
I’m so sorry, Alaina! I definitely can relate to this heartbreaking letdown. It’s totally okay to cry over a house, but I know you guys will find a better home (and pray that it’s soon).
We were casually looking for a house and found a great one! However, we got in a bidding war (going way too high, selling agent really manipulating all the buyers) and ultimately lost out because “the other couple had kids in the school district.” ? Really hurt as we were hoping to start a family there. I felt so hopeless about finding a home, but my husband pointed out that there were still options 🙂 which ironically we toured and bought about a week later. We love our home so much more than that first house, and think it was a blessing in disguise!
Here’s to hoping you can share your next home soon and it exceeds all your expectations ?
Oh my goodness – so sorry to hear this but at the very least know that you have just made me feel sane, as I was starting to lose it. My first experience with home buying has been nothing short of an emotional nightmare – literally the three times that I have decided to consider a property that has been on the market for MONTHS, I find that there is conveniently “another offer on the table” when I go to submit mine. Is it divine intervention? At this point I am assuming it must be.