Flip This Wholesaler

I called the REO realtor and told him I could not go any higher with my offer on the Ronald McDonald House. My offer was 75k, their counter was 90k (list price was 99k), and I could most likely wholesale it for around 82-83k at the most. Maybe 84k, but that's pushing it. I can't afford to take any chances right now, especially with the 1k deposit that I don't really have, so I decided to play it safe and stay put at 75k. I conjured up some "creative" ideas to get around the deposit, but I'm pretty sure the banks don't take IOUs, so I figured I'd better not bother.

Other than that, I was pretty much useless all day (I did run 5 miles, though), mostly because I am a nervous wreck about the 85k deal closing, and no, I STILL have not called the title company to make sure everything is OK. I'm afraid to. There, I said it. For the first time since I started this blog, almost a year ago, I am afraid. For all the jokes I crack about being homeless, selling drugs, and resorting to prostitution, deep down, I am really scared of what will happen if this deal goes up in flames. And it's not just the financial aspect of it, either. I don't know how much more stress I can handle without cracking. Getting my hopes up over and over again, and then having things go awry over and over again has taken an enormous toll on my self confidence. I really NEED for this deal to close. I'm having nightmares about it, for Pete's sake. Crazy Caroline has infiltrated my dreams, somehow. Wretched woman.

So, that's where I'm at. I will put on my big-girl pants tomorrow, call the stupid title company, and hopefully everything will be OK, and this worrying will be all for not. Right?