Picture this: it’s early December, my husband is still fighting cancer and in the midst of his chemo regimen. I walk in the door after volunteering at the Christmas concert and start filling in my hubs of the events of the evening. I mention I ran into and chatted with someone, who happens to have her own real estate agency. He later says, “Oh speaking of her, I was on the site looking at commercial spaces for the business and actually found this house……”
I just stared. Like, what? My guy, you’re fighting stage IV cancer, out of work going on 5 months, and you found a HOUSE? Come on. Well, he ended up talking me into doing a walk thru. I was pretty negative going into it, but afterwards I was *in love.*
I was PISSED.
If you know me, you know I have ZERO patience. When I want something I WANT. IT. NOW. We agreed that if the house was still available by the time he was finished with treatment, and if the treatment was successful, we would put in an offer.
In the meantime he started working with a loan officer at the bank to see if we could even do it. I mean, yes I went back to work the first week of December but he also hadn’t worked since July/August.
Fast forward to February. We go to his final appt and are greeted with the news that the chemo worked! He’s cancer free! We walked out of the appt, climbed into the truck, and made the call to our realtor friend to put in the offer.
After a little back and forth, we had an accepted offer! One problem: our current house. Lord. The realtor did a walk thru and gave us a honey-do list of things to complete before we listed. One catch: we had 7 days to do it all.
I apparently live for stress.
We threw some fresh paint on the walls, did some major decluttering/moving things to storage, installed new flooring, redid the large rec room in the basement, replaced a window, replaced screens, hired a couple college kids to do some much needed yard work, and called it good. We called it good and listed it, then said a prayer.
Within hours of being listed we had numerous showings. Within two days we had a bidding war between two parties. We ended up selling over asking price.
God is good!
There were a few *expensive* hiccups along the way with the inspections and whatnot, but it all worked out in the end.
We have now been in the new house for two weeks and officially closed on both houses today. I can finally exhale!
Luke and I have always had big dreams of what our forever home would look like. While this house isn’t 100% everything we’ve ever dreamed of, it’s right about 98%. It’s the house Lila will spend her formative years in, the house we’ll have the boys’ grad parties in, the house our grandkids will play in. This house truly, finally, feels like home.
So now that we’ve fought cancer and played around in real estate, I think it’s time we go sit on a beach, with a drink, and just BREATHE. I mean, it is our ten year wedding anniversary next week….
Rooted + Roaming 