We made an offer - on a totally different house than we intended to on Friday - and now we’re waiting.

They have until Monday afternoon to accept/counter, and I’m [still] dreading the possibility of being “homeless” and finding an apartment to bridge whatever transition gap may loom.

The house we’re hoping for was one we looked at two weeks ago, a house I fell in love with immediately, and a house it took The Mc a few weeks to recognize the value of in comparison with other houses in the price range/neighborhood with similar or lesser amenities. It’s a bit more than what we originally intended to spend, but would/will be worth every cent. Better investment, better structure, less hassle on the whole. It means The Cabin plan and dates get adjusted a bit, but that’s worth the change and investment as well.

Here she is:

Regardless of what happens with the offer, we close on The Big House May 23rd and I’m starting to say goodbye. Goodbye to The Big House , the burbs, the commute, the hill up to the house that mocks me, the glow of the green in the back yard when it rains, the basement we never use and the glass shower I’ll never have to clean again. Maybe the most remarkable part is that I’m only mildly freaking out about all the logistics that await my time/energy/patience…