Well, we were going to make an offer on the house today, and as of yesterday there were supposedly no offers (we went to see it last evening), but today we learned there were four offers and one was accepted. The accepted offer was the asking price. We were going to offer less, so we wouldn’t have been accepted anyway. But it was a nice house, the first one in our price range that we could see ourselves living in and enjoying, with a lovely front and back yard. I’m sad and frustrated. It was a nice neighborhood — not near the train tracks, with a really good public school, good yard, nice interior, reasonable commute. It did, however, have an intense curry smell from the past occupants. Curry is fried with oil and then it permeates all surfaces (paint, rugs, etc.). Curry can be difficult to completely eradicate, and it’s not our favorite scent. So it’s one less problem.

I’ll continue to take a break from looking, and Husband will continue to go to open houses on the really good ones, and we’ll keep hoping.