I went to grab a picture of the listing of the house for sale, but when I saw the pictures I started crying and promptly went downstairs to find some food to put in my mouth and stop the tears. It worked.
A few weeks ago, we decided to just go ahead and list our home for sale with a realtor instead of the FSBO that we’d been doing. It went up a week ago today and by saturday we had our first offer. It didn’t look like they were gonna come up where we needed them to and after a very long talk with my in laws about different options sort of ended up deciding we would keep it after all. That is, if the buyer’s decided they wouldn’t accept our firm offer. And then they did. So that’s good I guess, we really aren’t even getting that much money out of the house which almost doesn’t even make sense. It’s too late though, I signed the papers accepting the offer today. Man, I’m really going to miss that house. It’s not just the house, but it was my way out. The most obvious route on my journey back to independence. I wanted to give Beckett his very own first home. I know he doesn’t care, but I do.
So now I’m back to pining for the mysterious what’s next.