Liquid Nonsense

I know I have mentioned this to several people in the real world, but I have started house hunting. A few weeks ago I got in contact with a recommended agent, Maria, who has been helping me through the whole ordeal. To date I believe I have examined somewhere in the neighborhood of ten houses, most of which have been total crap.

Interesting story: The first day we went house hunting I actually found a place I really liked. The essential selling point on the place was that it happened to be a single-family detached house with a massive upstairs loft-like master bedroom. That particular room occupied the entire second story and had dimensions of something like 23x14 or something equally absurd. Anyhoo, I totally planned on using the upstairs as a combination open-air office, music listening, and movie watching room and using the downstairs bedroom (which was also a master, hooray for split masters) for my personal living space. So we make an offer and discover that the seller's representing agent is an absolute buffoon. She acts like we have made some kind of personal assault by offering her client less than the asking price and then proceeds to counter-offer us an amount *higher* than the original asking price. Clearly she is well known and sought-after for her prize-winning negotiation skills. The house had been on the market for 80-something days at the time of our original offer, which was something like three weeks ago now, and continues to sit on the market. We plan on giving it another week and then we are going to make the same low-ball offer again and see what happens.

Tomorrow morning I am meeting up with Maria again to check out several places in Tempe. Hopefully one of them will turn out to be promising. I am definitely antsy about getting my own space again, especially since this space will quite literally be Mine. Capital M.

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