We are under contract for a house.  Again.  This time, the contract is even more messy than last time.  If you haven’t heard, buying a house in Denver right now is an absolute nightmare.  If you have a house in this town and you want to sell it, be prepared to make a mint.  Denver is pretty much on fire.

Nearly two weeks ago, we found a place we loved.  It’s charming.  It’s ranch-y.  It’s in a nice neighborhood – a great school district.

Unfortunately, the sellers of this particular ranch-y charming house needed 10 extra days to figure out some stuff with the house they plan on buying with the money we give them for their current house.  They asked that we go under contract but allow 10 days so they could to back out if their deal falls through.  This put our inspection on hold.  The 10-day contract ended on Wednesday.  The sellers’ agent called and now their 10- (er, 12-) day contact ends today.  It’s 8:00 p.m.  Still no answer.  Chris decided to go fishing rather than waiting around for our phone to ring.   I think that was a fine idea.  I guess the sellers have until 11:59 p.m. to let us know exactly whether or not they want to sell us their damn house.

Anyway, this whole time we’ve been under contract, I’ve been thinking about how much I love THIS neighborhood – our neighborhood.  The happy place I’ve lived for six years.  Why leave?  Why expand our square footage?  Who needs a yard when we have Cheesman Park?

Who needs a bigger kitchen when Chef Zorba’s is right down the street?

I took this photo and Instagram’d it yesterday on our way to eat at Chef’s.

Mmm.  Love it here.