On Saturday, Peter and I went to do our second walk-through of a house we visited earlier, this time accompanied by a real estate agent who actually knows her stuff. We asked questions about the windows, the well, the septic system, the gas tank. We found out what the next step would be in terms of making an offer. When we left on Saturday morning we agreed to think about it...but in our minds, we'd already decided we'd be putting in an offer.

Nevertheless, in the interest of being responsible and giving everything adequate thought, we decided to wait until today, Monday, to make an offer. We gave ourselves the weekend to think of any cons to putting our offer forward and taking the next step.

I spent the weekend picturing our furniture in the house, thinking about how I'd arrange the contents of the kitchen cupboards, planning which pictures we'd hang where and what colour we'd repaint the spare room. We went to Home Depot on Sunday to look at appliances and paint chips. I pictured our housewarming party-barbecue on the deck and Guitar Hero in the rec room.

Today Peter called our agent to make an offer and found out another offer was already made and accepted last night.

I'm totally heartbroken. I can't speak for Peter, but I had already seen myself living in that house. I don't want to hear "I told you so's" about not getting your hopes up. It was the perfect size, layout, and location, with a big beautifully landscaped yard and within walking distance to the community centre and local schools. I could see us having breakfast in the dining room, setting up a home office, eventually decorating the nursery for a baby. It was comfortably within our price range and did not require any renovations. Of course, it stands to reason it would get snapped up quickly.

In addition to being disappointed, I'm also now telling myself that we'll never find another place as good and we're destined to live in an apartment forever and ever and ever. Plus, I have wished bodily harm to whoever made the other offer more than once today.

I don't want to hear how we waited to long to make an offer (48 hours does not seem that excessive to me) or how "everything happens for a reason and your perfect home is out there!" I'm sad and mad and this is my pity party. I officially hate house hunting.