Miles keeps coming home from school with pictures like this one:
and this one:
He's been thinking a lot about what it means to "move house." He's been listening closely while his mom and dad talk about showings and rush around cleaning for those showings. He's been listening even more closely when we talk to him about the possibility of selling. We've worked hard at pointing out all the positive things about moving, should it actually happen. He's the kind of kid that needs to mull over these things and then look at the bright side of saying goodbye.
So am I.
When we got two offers last night we didn't think too much about the possibility of selling because the offers were very low. We countered the higher of the two offers, bringing the number nearly back to our original asking price. Then we said well, that's that...maybe someone else will see what a great deal this is...
And then we sold our house.
They took the counter offer.
I am freaking out.
Just so you know.
Excitement, shock, grief, happiness, fear, and joy. I felt all of those things in the moment that Ryan called and said we sold it, sweetie. It sold.
This is the way I am. Emotional. For me, moving house is a really big deal. Especially moving cities. But it's good. It's all so good.
So, if you live in my hometown, we'll be moving in December 29th. Please bring chocolate.
And if you live in our other hometown, the one where I sit right now, I'm really going to miss you. Please bring chocolate.
WOOOOOOO HOOOOOOO!!!! We actually sold our house!!!
(Can you tell I'm mulling this over?)