I put a bid in on an apartment this past Monday. It was declined and I put another in this morning. Fingers crossed they accept. Truth is, the apartment is part of an estate and I fear the lawyers aren’t motivated to sell. I love it though and hope against hope they accept my offer. We’ll find out soon enough.
If my bid is accepted, I’ll have to go before a COOP board for approval. I’m starting to feel like I’m competing in a Miss America contest. A friend that is a lawyer tells me I’ll have to dress accordingly. My best jewelry but not too much. Expensive shoes would help. The board can be rigid and judgmental. I’m not sure if the aerial view of my finances will pass muster. This board already declined two others before me.
After the apartment fell through a few weeks ago, I knew I needed to get serious. This past October I finally bit the bullet and found a realtor named Hugh. My dream is to move and if I don’t take the time to make it happen, it won’t. So, Hugh and I have been meeting on afternoons after I jump off planes or on weekends. He’s shown me a number of apartments. They vary in size and location. Some allow pets, some don’t. In the end, I know immediately after I walk in if the apartment is right or not. This one needs to be renovated but I’m excited with the possibilities it holds.