Day 19 was poetry....not into poetry.
Day 20--just could not identify with...I don't write erotica.
August 21, 2015
Day 21
Dig Deeper: Think of one dream that never turned out
to be fact. Why do you think it hasn’t materialized yet? Did any part of the
creative process + action needed for this dream fall within your power? Can’t
think of a dream I haven’t accomplished. I mean I’m not on a best seller list
yet, but I’m heading toward it.
Writing Prompt: Describe an experience that (which)
caused you disappointment-through story, poem, or autobiographical reflection.
Include your expectations and show how they failed to materialize. Convey the
ache of disappointment by painting pictures with words. What does
disappointment taste, feel, sound, look, smell like? Reflect on how you deal
with disappointment.
Just recently, this past week in fact, I looked at a
house to purchase. While there were some things I would change, most were
cosmetic. I loved the idea of a backyard pool and the thought of swimming
everyday was one I could get used to. While the lot was small it was completely
secluded with a six foot privacy fence. So, an offer was made.
The following morning the call came from my real
estate agent. They were not going to counter offer because they had three
offers on the house. They were asking for last best offer. I made mine. Papers
were signed on Wednesday morning and an answer would be given on Wednesday
afternoon.
I felt anxious eating only because food is required
to remain healthy. I found myself pacing my small apartment. I had family and
friends waiting to hear whether or not I was going to be a home owner. The text
came saying there was some kind of argument going on with the owners and their
real estate agent. We would wait another day.
I tossed and turned sleeping. My mind went over all the
reasons I liked the house and all the reasons I didn’t. I found myself trying
to picture my office in the house, lined with books and the paint schemes I’d
use in each room. I was looking forward to hours by the pool and swimming. I
could almost feel the water on my skin.
By mid-afternoon, I had places I had to be and no
word yet. I texted my realtor and set out to run errands. The text came through
while I was driving. My offer was not accepted.
There was a bitter taste in my mouth. I wondered how
much more the other people had been willing to pay. My spirits sagged. As I
pulled into the parking lot, my realtor called. The other people had offered
the same amount. The difference was they were willing to take the house ‘as is’
and I wanted a home inspection. For me, it was a red flag. What is wrong they
don’t want a home inspection? What would I have gotten myself into?
The more I thought about it, the more relieved I
was. It was not exactly what I was looking for even if it did have a pool. And
I still wonder what is lurking in the house which would have red flagged a home
inspection? I know the right house is out there. This was not it.
No comments:
Post a Comment