Once Marlon and I had decided on The One, I was nervous about bidding. I didn’t want someone else to get it first, and I didn’t want the owners to junk our offer!
It turned out to be surprisingly easy. Things went fast—really fast. Via our broker, we bid below than the asking price first thing Monday, and were rewarded for our promptness by being the first (and I suspect the only ones) in line. The owners (via their broker) counter-bid on Tuesday; we counter-counter-bid, they replied with their final price, and we put in one last counter-offer on Wednesday. By Thursday evening, the owners had accepted our offer and the apartment was ours! Or at least one step closer to being ours, officially.
Since then, I’ve allowed myself to get a little more infatuated with “our” apartment. In fact, last weekend I kind of stalked it. We visited the Sunday market at Westerpark (which is awesome and deserves another post), just minutes from “our” new place. To take the tram home, we walked through “our” street. It was lovely and I couldn’t believe we would be owning a home here soon. It felt like we had made the right decision.
However, there’s much to be done before I can drop the quotation marks from “our” apartment/”our” street. Here’s where we get into the nitty-gritty of buying a house in the Netherlands, and where we’re more than happy to pay a small premium for an English-speaking, expat-friendly broker to help us through the not-so-fun stuff. Of which there is a lot.