So Jarrod and I found a house that we both really liked. It met all of the things we wanted in a house and was in a great location in Wentzville, not to mention at a great price. It had a nice sized master bedroom and bathroom, double sinks, a good yard, a nice big kitchen with tons of counter space, a great open floor plan, and just plenty of room overall. The miraculous thing about the great price, too, what that this house was not a foreclosure or even a short sale. The folks trying to sell it just needed to get out from under it and were trying to sell it for cheap.
We first looked at it on Friday, decided we wanted to take our parents through on Saturday, so we all met there at 9am that morning. Everyone liked it, which was wonderful. We decided we wanted to put a contract on it that day, so we hung around in Wentzville while our realtor showed another house. Then we went over to her office in O'Fallon and wrote up the contract. The only thing we were waiting on with this house was the sellers disclosures, which was worded into the contract so if anything was terribly wrong, we would have the ability to back out (since it was being sold as is.) We finished up around 1:30 or so and came back here, since Jarrod's car was parked here.
So, around 2:30 or so we got a call from our realtor saying she had received the sellers disclosures and emailed them to us. She wanted us to look it over and let her know what we wanted to do; she had not yet sent our contract over since these were faxed to her right away. I was doing a neb and reading them on my laptop while Jarrod read them over at my computer. As I kept reading it, I got this sinking feeling in my stomach. I'm not kidding you, every section of this thing had something wrong with it. There were problems with the plumbing; the kitchen appliances; the furnace supposedly turned on and off randomly and there weren't parts available to fix it; water got in the basement because the gutters didn't drain properly; he suspected movement in the house. A moving house is never a good situation. Also on this thing he wrote that a sewage pipe under the basement floor was cracked and sometimes backed up and that a PVC pipe in the wall of the house had been damaged due to movement. Oh, and he suspected termites. We were (or at least I was) stunned that it had this many problems. The house was fairly clean and in really good condition, it hadn't been totally neglected, so it was hard to believe that much was wrong underneath it all.
This house was so perfect for us, except everything was wrong with it. We shared the disclosures with dad, who kept saying "Oh boy..." as he read it, and unanimously decided we didn't want to put a contract on the house any more.
It was such a long day, I was so exhausted from it all. Here we were excited we had found the perfect house at a great price, only to have our hopes dashed a couple hours later once we found out all that was wrong with the house. I just wish we would have had these disclosures sooner because then we wouldn't have wasted our time. I was definitely disappointed, but I've moved on. If it wasn't the right one, then it just wasn't the right one.
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