The process started about 1 month ago. I decided that since the rates are low and I managed to scrape together some savings, I might as well pay my own mortgage. Now, folks of the great Montreal, in T-dot, real estate is reeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaal precious, especially when one intends to stay downtown - as downtown as possible. I find myself looking at about 20 different condos, and having to reconcile between my dream condo and "a place to stay" - understandably, not everything I want fits into what I'm willing (more like "able") to pay.
So, teamed up with my cousin-real-estate-agent, we set out to find what I myself call "a decent place to stay". It is an interesting feeling, looking at condos - especially those that are still occupied. It's like peeking into other people's lives: wow this guy reads the same french book as I do... hey, this girl is a hiker.
And I imagine of having my life in the place one day, where I would put my small coffee table, and my couch, and where would I rest my cup of coffee when I read. How big would my tv be, do I have a place for the piano? It sounds fun, but I do get anxious waiting for the ideal place to appear. Not unlike the search for the ideal mate, the places always frustratingly reveal something wrong about them - too expensive, no security, too small, just a tinsy bit too far, and the ones you want are always taken.
The phone just rang. The seller would prefer to wait until tomorrow to discuss. More waiting and trying to tell myself to lower the expectations of closing a deal - don't want to get overexcited before anything has occurred, in case I have to get back in the hunting process again - reviewing listings, going to showings, go back home disappointed...
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