Maybe we won't be homeless

This weekend has just been crazy, emotionally.  We verbally finalized the deal with our pending buyers and then signed off on it on Friday.  At that point I kind of lost my mind and began to really panic that we’d have no home.  OK, I know we’re going to have somewhere to live when we have to vacate our home but knowing and knowing are two totally different things.

We went house shopping on Saturday for a few hours and that’s when I really started to panic.  We saw crap.  Some real shit, honestly.  Not one home that we thought had ANY possibility.  I was so high strung that a silly conversation with a friend put me in tears.   And Saturday night I slept terribly.  I couldn’t fall asleep, I couldn’t stay asleep, I was up before 7 on Sunday morning.  It was just a bad night.  We headed out again on Sunday but only had a few houses to look at and I was LESS than hopeful.  Paul told me I needed not to stress out, easy for him to say.  He’s not an overly emotional, 7 month pregnant woman who’s trying to nest without a home.

And wouldn’t you know, on Sunday we saw a house that has promise.  I’m so reluctant to even talk about it, nothing is done.  We haven’t even submitted the offer yet, we will this morning, but it all seems too good to be true.  Our biggest fear is that we aren’t the only people out there that are going to make an offer and we’re going to lose it.  This house has all of the things that are important to us, most importantly a good school, a yard for the kids and it’s even on a cul-de-sac.  The neighborhood is really nice, it’s a pretty little area and Paul’s commute won’t get all jacked up. If we get it, I’ll tell you all about it but I’m afraid that even posting about it will jinx us and we’re going to be SOL on this house.

There are so many unknowns.  Today will be a big day, lots of questions answered and hopefully some good information comes our way.  Keep your fingers crossed, send us some good vibes, even pray if that’s your thing, we’re going to need it.