We sold our house.
I feel and , but mostly just relieved.
We were down to a week left to sell before the company bought us out. Which would have been ok, because at least we wouldn’t have had to carry two mortgages. But, they don’t exactly give you market value so we were really praying we wouldn’t have to take that route.
A not great but not terrible offer came in last weekend. With their offer came several requests – mostly for our furniture. *pout* We went back and forth with them until we’d finally decided we could live with it and gave our realtor the green light.
Then, they decided they wanted to add one more request – they wanted belt driven garage door openers installed.
Sighhhhh…. I know that sounds like small potatoes in the grand scheme of things, but you must understand. D and I are done. We are done working on this house. We are done spending money on it. We pumped the brakes on the negotiations.
In the meantime, my father in law called to tell us that he’d heard from some people whose friends had been to a showing at our house and wanted to make an offer. But unfortunately for them, it was MLK Day, and their bank was closed.
D called our realtor back and told him that we believe in things happening for a reason, and that God’s timing is uncanny. We asked for 24 hours to decide to accept the first offer, or see if a second came in.
The second offer came in early the next morning, and it was better than we’d dared to hope! But more than that, they had attached the sweetest letter telling us how they sympathized with our having to move out of our dream home, but that it is their dream home too, detailing why. It was such a welcome salve to the final step in the process.
We accepted without countering, and we close March 1.
We need to get serious about buying. We are going to look for a third time this weekend. The houses we’ve seen so far have all been very nice and look like your average heartland home, but I swear, all we see is:
Lord help us.