Wednesday afternoon I get a call from a realtor asking to show the house Thursday at 1 pm. I say that is not a problem, show away! The realtor then explains the family is closing on the sell of their home at the end of the month and needed to be in quickly *insert large gulp* I ask “How soon?” The realtor says “May 29th.” I stay calm. I breathe deeply. I reply, “that’s not a problem, we can be out in 10 days.” I keep breathing. My gut says this is it. God said this is it. He said “I am here” in the clearest voice to date.
Thursday, I get up, go to work (I started a new job this week by the way), and try not to puke. Success. No puking. 1 o’clock comes and goes. I glance at my phone every 5-10 minutes. Finally, 4:30 my phone rings. It is the realtor. With an offer. It’s happening.
The offer was a little lower than we were comfortable with, so we counter. We get advice on the counter offer from my Dad (business man) and a realtor friend (who we bought the old friend from- we love her). Then we wait.
Thankfully we had plans with some great friends last night and I had a friend in town staying with us. It helped make the waiting less painful.
11:30 the realtor calls with a final counter. We ACCEPT!!!!!!
We have to be out of our house in 9 days. 9.
You have seen pictures of the other house. Living there isn’t possible yet. The room I thought we would finish and live in is the one with termite damage. So yea. There goes that.
We do not know where we are moving yet. We have a few days to pack and figure that out. It has all happened a lot later than we ever expected, but we are so grateful for the way everything has fallen into place.
All who want to help us move are welcome next Saturday! 🙂