Up until about eight weeks ago I would have sworn to you that we would be in our house for another couple years. At the time it didn’t feel right and truthfully we were scared of the whole selling process. I often have joked that I was sure setting the house on fire and burning everything down would be preferable to selling.
But after we prayed about and discussed it and a little hand-holding from some good friends we bit the bullet and listed the house. The market conditions in our area were just too good to pass up and we still just couldn’t get that house we had fallen in love with out of our heads. Several friends within our social circles had sold their homes within days of listing and after researching it we discovered that we actually did have a decent amount of equity built up. Not Scrooge McDuck swimming in our riches money, but enough to put us in a comfortable place for the home we had dreamed about.
We figured it would take about 4 days before a serious offer came in. We listed on Thursday and thought we’d have it done by Sunday. We ended up selling to the first bidder within eight hours of it going live on the MLS. When it was all said and done we had five offers in the first day, several for cash over our listing price. It was awesome. I had a Pennsatucky “praise God” moment and everything.
Though there have been some hiccups <strike>and only a few hysterical breakdowns</strike> in the last few weeks, we finally get to close for good on our first home today… exactly six years from the day we closed on its purchase. I love the symmetry(?) of all of that. I know, I’m a geek, you guys.
Right now all of our possessions are residing in two storage units and a 500 square foot apartment. For the last six weeks or so we’ve had about 80% of our stuff in storage unit and I honestly don’t miss any of it. I’m sure when we do move into our new house and start unpacking it will be just like Christmas again. Especially for the kids. I’m contemplating re-wrapping their Christmas presents from last year and putting them under the tree again. I doubt they would notice.
I am mostly joking about that… maybe.
Last night I dropped the keys and garage door openers off and walked through the house one last time. I stopped in each room and flashbacks from special moments flooded my brain followed by tears in my eyes not long after that. Such precious memories occurred in that house, from bringing home each of our babies, to reading bedtime stories under blankets , and picnics on the patio in our giant backyard.
Those memories from that house have also moved with us, and now live in my heart.