The day I left for camp I saw this house had been posted on the realty website.
And I couldn't believe my eyes. After several months of checking out houses, this one was by far my favorite of all that had come along.
And get this . . . it was the cheapest. ;o)
I've always had a "thing" for old houses, I think it dates back to when I was was the ripe old age of six and my dad had purchased a farm with an old farmhouse on it. It had six rooms and I was fascinated by it. I still love it and would move there if I could (in spite of the fact my dad thinks it could use a match . . .). ;o) But I digress.
As I clicked through pictures on the website, I think my heart picked up a beat. Each picture had something I loved . . .
First Floor Laundry!
An enclosed front porch, a screened in back porch, my own personal sun room off of the master bedroom!!!
Not to mention spacious bedrooms, a room perfect for a guest room, another small room just off the dining room perfect for a school room.
It was *my* house.
And so I waited out June to see what we could work out.
Thursday our offer was accepted.
I keep pinching myself.
I can envision a whole lot of living going on there and it makes me crazy excited.
But now for the imperfect part . . . we can't close until September 23rd. Already we are working out a plan for that involving me and the kids living here until that time and Josh living out in Arapahoe during the weekdays and coming home on weekends. It's not a great scenario, but it is doable. In the end it will probably be good that Josh has no other distractions and can focus totally on his new job and the planning involved. In a way it won't be all that different to when he was in school and leaving early in the morning and returning late at night . . . we didn't see a whole lot of him then either. The kids and I will start back to school the first of August getting a good six or seven weeks under our belts before moving and taking off a few weeks to set up house. It'll all work out one way or another. And gives me more practice on my word of the year . . . patience.
Was that a good word or what?? ;o)