Yesterday, we went to see a possible rental house. The house was one that the owners built on their property to live in while they restored the homestead--that took about 3 years. We loved the house immediately. It was in our price range, with 3 big bedrooms; it had a new stove, gorgeous carpet, and an attached two-car garage with power so Hubby could do his wood working magic. It seemed perfect! It also seemed a bit underpriced, but we thought the rurality of the place and a driveway that was a tad difficult to use were the reasons for the price.
Even though we had an appointment to see another place on Tuesday, we decided we wanted this house and the owners seemed glad to have us because we gardened and were quiet, mature people. The guys shook hands in a 'gentlemens agreement' until we could get paper work done on Friday. And we giggled all the way home :)
Today it all fell apart when the owner called and told me that there had been a family emergency of some kind and they needed the house for the family to live in.
It's been a bummer of a day and we will start looking again tomorrow. I know in my head that there's a reason this happened, but my heart is still sad.
What a difference a day makes.