As of today, we have officially owned this little Oakland house for two months. We’ve had access for six weeks and have lived in it for 4. To say it was a roller coaster getting here is you know, an understatement.
The East Bay is an anomaly and competition for affordable, rundown, potentially haunted houses is fierce. But our agent was patient and kind and did not scoff at our meager budget. She held our hand through every rejected or ignored offer (there were 6). Until one day, this short sale was just, there, sitting on the market seemingly unnoticed. We entered quietly, hoping not to bring attention to the AMAZING DEAL and BASEMENT and YARD this home possessed. We slipped an offer under the door (not really), crossed our fingers until they bled and braced ourselves for rejection.
But this house was meant to be ours, and now it is.