I stared at the computer screen and read the words:
As a matter of fact, we were unable to agree on terms with the other couple, so the house is still available.
Oh. My. Word.
I thought I had freaked out before, but this was big time. I couldn't believe it. I was talking to Mark and I was like, "Can you BELIEVE this?" and he was like, "No, I really can't". We thought the house was s-o-l-d. After I somewhat regained my composure, I called our realtor.
We set a meeting to see the house and make an offer the next day.
So on Thursday, we looked at the house again, fell even more in love with it, and then did a LOT of paperwork. Ha. Who knew there was so much paperwork involved? We put together what we thought was a very good offer and the sellers said they would try to get back with us about the offer that night.
We went home and waited. And waited. Nothing. Nada. Crickets. I was trying not to worry. We went to sleep, anxious to hear back.
Friday morning I got an email that they wanted to accept our offer as it was! We were absolutely thrilled. We set a closing date of about 30 days out - September 30th.
I went to talk to my apartment complex about moving out, and long story short, because we bought the house when we did and not a week later, we were able to put in our 30 days notice right at the end of our lease and not pay the $2000ish we originally thought we were going to have to pay. What a blessing!
So there we were, a week later after a very direct answer to prayer, with a contract on our perfect house, 30 days to move out, and not having to pay any fees from our apartment. Wow.
Then I got this message from the seller:
I am SO excited you guys are getting the house... I've been praying for months it would go to somebody who loved it and would be as blessed by it as we have been... I just knew you were the right family for the house... Be assured you're getting a fantastic house that's had a lot of laughing and praying in it! I know you'll love it there.
How's that for cool?
As excited as I was, I tried not to get too worked up, because, well, the house had already broken my heart once, and we still hadn't had inspections or the appraisal. But deep down, I knew it was ours.
We scheduled the inspections and crossed our fingers...
TO BE CONTINUED