OfferPosted by Kara on January 27th, 2012
Jim-Jim wants a house as bad or worse than we do, so when we would tell him we were going house-hunting, he’d grab his tools (binoculars and a flash light) and say, “I want to look at three-no, five-no, TEN houses today!” With his can-do attitude and willingness to test out the leaves in the front yards of the houses we viewed, we were destined to find something we all liked.
We submitted an offer on one of the houses that both Jim, Jim-Jim, and I liked, and then we waited for THREE WHOLE WEEKS. Three weeks of wanting to shop/imaginary decorate/pick flooring for our maybe house but restrainng ourselves because we’ve experienced the devastation of being excited about a propective abode only to have it ripped out from under us. But we received word this week that our offer had been accepted. ACCEPTED! After searching for a house for nearly a year, I never thought I’d know the feeling of hearing that word. Now we’re being cautiously excited until we sign on the dotted line and the keys are in our hands. Well, I’m being cautious (Jim would say pessimistic) about not getting excited just yet, and Jim is over-the-moon excited. Add those together and you get cautiously excited. We’re a good team, the two of us. Maybe soon we’ll be a good team with a home!