No News is Good News

I've always wondered what that phrase really means.  Does it mean there's no such thing as good news?  Or does it mean if you don't have any news, that's good in and of itself?

Regardless... no news on the house.  There are exactly five days remaining until the last and final extension expires.  My realtor, who I wholeheartedly recommend to everyone in the greater Charleston area, says it's going to happen.  My theory is there's nothing else that could go wrong, so it's going to happen.  :)

Thus, I am going to go clean my flat and start packing!!

Murphy's Law of Short Sales

What Can Go Wrong, Will Go Wrong

The housing market here is sort of... well, awesome, actually.  For buyers, anyway.  Since I can't buy my flat and I'm ready to stop paying rent, I put in an offer on a short sale townhouse in early October.  You don't have to teach 6th grade math to know that was nearly 6 months ago.  

True story: a short sale means the seller owes more on the property than the property is currently worth.  Moral: right place + right time + patience^2 = big win  

If I were a complaining kind of girl, I would start listing what has gone wrong.  Luckily, I think the subject and header of this post says it all - you name it, it's happened.

So instead, I'll use this blog to chronicle everything that has gone right.  Because if I had a dime for everything that has gone wrong, I could buy another house. 

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Welcome!
I'm a recent transplant to the south (20+ years in Pennsylvania, a few in Connecticut) and teach 6th grade math in the Low Country.  Right before the back-to-school season in 2011, I received my notice to renew my apartment's lease.  I loved my place and adore the office staff.  So, I asked if I could buy the flat.  Tragically, the answer was no.