Our house is under contract.
I am giddy with excitement. Yes, it’s a short sale. Yes, it’s way below the original price.
None of that matters. We are so glad this finally happened. The couple initially said they wanted a three bedroom, but Monday morning came back with an offer. The house will be used to store skis and as a vacation home in the winter. (Must be nice, huh? Lol)
So we accepted their offer, they sent earnest money, and barring the bank being stupid, we close October 15th.
It’s hard to go back. I still have to go clean and get stuff out of the garage. I went back Wednesday and started crying, thinking of all the memories our home holds. I will miss it dearly.
However, this journey has made me grateful for an offer I might not have considered 4 months ago, and ready to say goodbye to the stress of a home and mortgage that I didn’t think I could say. The unknown and the mess that got bigger with an apartment payment thrown in the mix, is fixed by the house being gone.
The relief is much greater than the sadness.
We have a lot of other stuff going on, but this chapter is closed. Out of it comes a stronger faith, a shame of the stress and worry I spent on it over the months, a better knowledge of our finances, and what buying something you can’t afford long term can really end up costing.
Lessons learned. Good, and tough. But I wouldn’t change it one bit.