We Were That Close
by Steve West on June 13, 2011
Brenda and I looked at a house a few days ago and were very charmed by it. It was a ranch style home with four bedrooms, a large fenced yard and was selling at a reasonable price. Brenda was a little unsure of the size of the bedrooms but agreed to go back and specifically measure them with a tape measure and if they met her minimum standards, she would agree to make an offer for the house. In the three days it took to reach this compromise (I was completely charmed by the house and wanted to make an offer that same day), someone else made an offer on the house and it is no longer available. There is a house for us somewhere but we'll have to keep looking as the search is not over yet. I've had to relearn lessons of patience and wisdom.
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