Buyer’s Remorse
I’ve just moved into a Bklyn brownstone that’s been my dream for months (during the negotiation, contract-writing, mortgage-approval process), only to find myself pining for my former apt. I know intellectually this remorese will ebb over time – the house is a great improvement in almost every respect over my old place, but, as they say, I’m just not feeling it. Part of it has to do with decor. The contemporary furniture that looked great in my high-rise co-op clashes mightily with the double parlor layout of the townhouse (right now it looks like a contest between Tara and a 70s rec room), and the rental apartment that the broker claimed would fetch a tidy sum has been sitting on the market (for 2 whole weeks! self-mocking tone intended) without a taker. I realize this post will strike some of you as insufferably whiny, but wanted to sound out those with a more touchy-feely bent about how you’ve coped with similar buyer’s remorse. Thanks for whatever comments you might have.
