OK, here’s the deal: Our house officially went under contract this morning. This is quite literally the fifty-ninth minute of the eleventh hour of our window of opportunity to sell. I wish I could feel overwhelmed with excitement right now, but there are a few little things that still have me nervous with the buyers. Like the fact that the husband doesn’t really like the house.
I’ve spent the last few days calling upon my support system, asking for help—good thoughts and prayers—that this will come together and be settled in time for our move. And since you are part of my support system, I’ll ask for yours, too, if you don’t mind. I promise to return the favor any time you ask.
And by the way, a big shout out to my wonderful parents, who showed up last night to help put out a few small fires and do what they do best—show us rock-solid support. Thank you!