Buying A Townhome -

The keys felt heavier than they looked. After months of scrolling through blurry listing photos and touring places that smelled like damp basements, Leo was finally standing in front of unit 4B. It wasn't a sprawling estate, but it was his.

The "buying" part had been a crash course in adulting. He learned the difference between an inspection and an appraisal (the hard way), spent three nights straight signing digital documents until his eyes crossed, and had a minor heart attack when he saw the final closing costs. buying a townhome

But then came this townhome. It was a three-story narrow build with a brick facade and a rooftop deck that looked out over the city’s skyline. The keys felt heavier than they looked

The process had been a whirlwind. He remembered the first "open house" weekend—the frantic energy of couples eyeing the crown molding and the silent calculations everyone was making about the HOA fees. He’d lost out on two previous bids, victims of the dreaded "all-cash, no-contingency" offers that seemed to haunt the market. The "buying" part had been a crash course in adulting