Top of the World…well, okay, the Moor…, a photo by Nancy Dunne on Flickr.
Yep, after almost four years of waiting and tidying and waiting and chasing down estate agents for feedback someone wants to buy our house.
Let me say that again, because I’m not sure I believe it yet… SOMEONE WANTS TO BUY OUR HOUSE IN KEIGHLEY!
I’m not sure how I feel. I’m overwhelmed and overjoyed and when you add in that I’m probably overtired I find myself to be a little bit…sad. Yep, as much as I used to scream that I hated that house, I’m sad. It was our first house after we were married. It was the house where I stayed the first time I came to visit Hubs.
But at the same time, everything is coming together in a way that I admit I never thought it would. Hubs has his interview at the end of February, almost a month from today. The buyer wants to take possession of the house in four weeks. I may very well be picking Daisy up from Atlanta in less time than that. It’s all more than I ever thought would happen.
Now to find a place to live so that the four of us aren’t continuing to squat in Anne and Damian’s house…
Hey, did I mention I’m now working at Clemson University? No? Oops. Next blog post. Swear.