We fell in love with a house. A bigger house, but still charming, still in a historic neighborhood super close to where we live now. We put an offer on it, and now we wait. While we wait, I’m obsessing about whether or not they’ll accept our offer, all the fun decor decisions we can make, furniture placement, big art I can make for the walls, and on and on. It would be our forever home.
We have loved every minute of the four years we’ve lived in our little bungalow – from the moment we bought it to all the love and renovations that we put into it. It will be hard to leave, but I am so hoping our offer gets accepted. I cried when I walked into the house. ACTUAL TEARS. What in the world?
I wrote a nice letter to the real estate agent. Sent her a photo of our sweet family. Told her all the reasons why we love it, how we’d fill it with love and memories.
I hope we get it.
For now, we wait! My word for this year is trust, and that’s exactly where I’m at. Making a move by placing an offer, but also trusting in the outcome.
Hello, possibility!
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