I am beginning to feel like one of those tough old British colonels from 1930s murder mysteries - you know, the men who go on safari and hunt down elephants and other big game, and who usually suffer from rheumatism. Only in my case, I'm hunting for an elusive house in one of the craziest housing markets in the country.
Owing to its proximity to DC and Quantico, Manassas is an area where housing never ceases to be in demand, and at the moment, the supply is very low. The government's moratorium on foreclosures has left many homeowners doing short sales, which are pesky, complicated, frustrating, and, at the moment, getting snatched up by people offering amounts ridiculously over asking price. I put in a bid on a townhouse that I loved just yesterday, and was outbid by someone who offered $19,000 over asking price - and the area just isn't worth that much! So, I have now widened my search to Woodbridge, which is also a pleasant area, albeit with a much longer commute to work. I've also enlisted the aid of a second realtor, hoping to double my chances of snatching up something worthwhile. In addition, I'm now considering getting an actual house rather than a townhouse, and putting in a lot more work.
Becoming a homeowner is a lot more work than I thought!
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