I don’t understand it. How could the home appraiser not see what I saw?
I searched high and low for the perfect house. Showing after showing, offer after offer.
Then one day I found it. The perfect place for me to lay my head. I don’t care if the paint is peeling. I can paint it to look like a quaint little English cottage. The single-pane windows will need to be replaced at some point but that’s something I can deal with later. Every house needs some work.
Even the junk cars parked down the street don’t bother me, much. They’re renters and I am sure they will be moving on soon. I heard the eviction notice has been served. That’s the thing about changing neighborhoods you must have patience.
So my offer went in along with one half dozen other bids, just in time to make the deadline. I didn’t sleep much that night. I checked my email every 15 minutes. It was after 9:30 am when the “you got mail” sound finally lifted my head from the desk.
“I got it!”, I screamed. “I got the house!”
Who cares if I had to raise my bid beyond what I could really afford? So what, the noise from the busy street is going keep me awake at night. I was going to be a homeowner. That is all that matters.
I asked my agent if I could meet the appraiser at the house to show her all the wonderful reasons why this house could be my home sweet home. My agent said, “No, that is not allowed.” Drat.
Now I don’t know what to do. The house didn’t appraise. I probably can get my deposit back, maybe? But then what?
I feel like I am back in purgatory. I can’t go up and I don’t want to go down.
Damn that appraiser. I paid 400 dollars for that appraisal. I want my money back.
Joe Domino is a Realtor® serving the Phoenix/Scottsdale area. Need more information? Or to Search for your next home, visit www.Scottsdale-AZHomes.com