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Last Sunday, I was in STL for Sam's First Communion. On Saturday, we spent HOURS upon HOURS driving around looking for houses and came up with zilch. We ended going into a few of them, but they were nothing special. There was a house I really wanted to see, though, and so we set something up for Sunday afternoon. At the last minute, I decided to try to just find one more house to fit in before the communion, just to make the most of our day. We ended up loving the 'spur of the moment' house, but then found out that, although it had only been on the market 17 days, it had two offers on the table already. If we wanted to make a bid, we would have to do so by Monday morning (less than 24 hours!), because the agent was going to present the offers to the owner. So, we went ahead and wrote a contract, but only offered a moderate amount for the house, being that we had only been able to walk through it once and hadn't had time to really sit down and crunch numbers to see what we could come up with. We figured if we could get it at a decent price that would be amazing because we DID love it, but it was just too quick to offer an amount that may or not have been to high, or even worse, too high for us to afford.

We didn't get the house.

It was exciting, it was our first 'official' contract, but I think Jon & I are both okay with the fact that we didn't get the house. The timing was just too quick for us, and we figured we were lucky to have been able to at least put in an offer.

So, the search continues.