Last week I drove to Kansas City with a few good intentions: see my family; visit friends; look for a condo I liked and could afford to buy; eat some fine food.
Happy to report, if only to myself, that my good intentions were rewarded. My friend, Greg, who I've known for nearly 30 years, invited me to stay at his home. We went out to dinner when I arrived, down to the Boulevard at El Patron. Good Mexican food and, lo, excellent El Jimador margaritas.
The next day I picked up my 97 year old, Aunt Charlotte, so she could join me and my realtor, in looking at condos. It was a steamy, hot, KC August day and I didn't want Aunt Char to get tired and de-hydrated. Fortunately, the first condo on my realtor's list was nearby and in the condo development I have always liked.
We walked into the condo and my aunt gasped (not for air, thankfully). The place was gorgeous and spotlessly clean. The seller is living there and her furniture is, let's just say, "high-end." This condo "shows" great.
I've always known what I want. I asked my realtor if she'd be upset if didn't look at any of the others on her list. She said, "I thought you'd like this one." We dropped Aunt Charlotte off at her apartment to get out of the summer heat and went back to my realtor's office. A few hours later, after paperwork and meeting with a mortgage specialist, we made the offer.
All I know, is that the seller accepted the offer and we are going ahead with inspections and the appraisal.
In a way, I can't believe it. In another way, I knew this is where I wanted to be.
Fingers crossed.
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