I spent much of last weekend "in the dumps." One of my aunts had passed away, and the reality of her being gone set in hard late Saturday and into Sunday. And I was continuing to try to wrap my head around the fact that two of the three closings I was supposed to have that Friday didn't happen.
One of these deals came down to financing and the inability to get some. It was heartbreaking. The buyers were a young couple, hardworking, and committed to doing everything they could to make this happen. I was committed to making it happen, too -- not so much for me so that I would get paid, but much more for them so they could call themselves homeowners.
When you see the excitement in a buyer's eyes when they find "the" house, it's all you need to work your butt off to get to the closing table for them. When you hit a bump in the road, you role up your sleeves and problem solve. You figure out a way to smooth out those bumps and move forward. Not this time, though. This time it just was not meant to be.
We're hoping that we can try again in the relatively near future. And you can be sure I'll do whatever I can to bring them to that closing table and to be there when they receive the keys to their new home.