Friday, 18 March 2011
the road to location location location part 2...
i have to say here, that we were just beside ourselves, not really knowing where we stood with any of it and the estate agent wasn't much help. it was definitely no skin off his nose either way. in america, real estate is a totally different game. i guess because there is a lot of commission to be made on the sales by the agents. it's pretty much like the scene in the film "american beauty". there's a lot of personal investment. you get open houses with food and drinks laid on for you and the estate agents can't accommodate you enough throughout the process. but, here, i was kind of shocked by how little any of the agents we dealt with in the whole searching/buying process seemed interested or helpful in finding or selling us a house, or getting to the bottom of what was happening with our sale.
so not knowing what else to do, i asked the estate agent, as the property was just around the corner from us, whether maybe i should pop a note through the door to let him know that we were sympathetic to whatever he was going through but we still wanted to buy the house, and if he needed some time, that was ok etc... he said, " hey... why not... let me know what happens." so i wrote a note and scott and i headed off to put it through his door.
just after i put the note through the mail slot, as we headed into town, scott ran into a guy he knew. he was this total slacker who i'd never seen before. they were talking away and he starting telling us about how he'd been 'totally high on liquid acid for days' and 'really partying hard' and just laughing away. as i stood there wondering how scott knew him, he said, " you should come over for a cuppa some day." scott said, "which number are you?" i just knew, at that moment, what number he would say. i waited for it. he said it. and there i was, stood face to face with the person who had been putting us through hell for weeks. the guy who had been avoiding us. the reason we were down over 1000 precious pounds spent on searches and legal fees. the one who 15 minutes before i had so much concern and compassion for, and now i just wanted to fucking murder.
i just stared at him in disbelief and said " um... we're the people buying your house." his face quickly went to an expression of absolute shock and he started saying " aww... man... oh no... oh... uh...we really need to talk man... oh... er... i uh... "i'll call you man... i'll call you. " scott and i turned away from him and started the walk into town not really knowing what to say or feel.
it turned out scott really didn't know him. he was a friend of an acquaintance that he had chatted to only a week earlier at a pub. it was weird that when they talked at that time, the subject so easily could have come up. scott said he then remembered that the guy had said at the time they spoke that he was "keeping a low profile" and "avoiding some people". he never called us and the acquaintance heard about what was going on and told him he needed to. that what he was doing was really not very cool. so he did. he just decided to bail out. for no reason really. that was that.
so, we began looking for houses again. but now, we were a bit further down the road and hastings was being touted here and there as "up and coming" and prices were on the rise. there was nothing in our budget. and we were really getting depressed and convinced we had missed our chance to get something we loved with what we could afford. now we were a bit desperate! stay tuned....