I contacted the real estate agent listed on the Web site I'd browsed and set up an appointment to tour Hardwoods and Suburban. It took less than an hour, and the agent was sure to be a part of the discussion for each house. She also pointed out things we wouldn't have looked for, like stained paint being a sign of leaks.
After visiting the top two on our list, Brad and I talked about our options. Could we have toured more? Probably. But that little imp in my stomach seemed content.
During my Googlefest I had also looked into mortgage options (which is an entirely different conversation). When he heard what our actual mortgage payment would be per month, he was angry. I had told him it would be approximately the same per month as our rent, and it was.
Thing is, I didn't know much about taxes and insurance. We'd have to readjust our monthly budget, but we could definitely do it.
Although the idea of debt scares the life out of Brad, he begrudgingly agreed to move ahead on our choice.
We called the woman who toured the homes with us and told her we wanted to make a bid on the foreclosure.
And then the race began.
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