J found another property on our our old street, a corner lot, and while I was have a pedicure Thursday night, he called the realtor (who's the owner's life partner). By the time I was done and having cocktails with the girls, he had agreed to terms on the house. Mind you, neither one of use had seen the inside. We wanted the house for lot value, so it didn't really matter, but it's still a bit funny.
The next evening (yesterday night), we stopped by the house on our way to a charity dinner/auction to sign contracts. It is a cute little house with really nice, recently finished hardwood floors - a typical Heights charmer that needs a little bit of lipstick. It's a great lot, and we intend to build a spec home on it down the road - probably in a year's time since we're going to have money tied up in building two more homes after we complete our current project. We're going to lease it out until it's time to build or to flip the lot if that makes more financial sense. If we do build oa new home, the original house will be moved off to another lot, not demolished. That eases my guilt a bit.
We close in 2 weeks. Crazy!