I took a run over to the house this morning with my agent, a kind of last chance decision time before calling the inspector and appraiser and getting the ball rolling. It’s that three-day period, that time where one can get out of the contract, like the chicken exit before you get on a rollercoaster.
I decided to go for the ride.
Here’s another picture of my little future home. Tomorrow we start inspecting and doing paperwork, disclosures, etc. I sincerely hope it’s not falling off the foundation, because I will probably have a heart attack if I have to break the contract.
Yes, that’s a pride flag next door. Without even looking, I seem to have discovered San Jose’s long hidden gay neighborhood. Who says I don’t have gaydar?