Preoccupied

Its time to come back to the land of normal. For the last two weeks we have been so preoccupied with this house thing. The listing, the cleaning, the looking, the leaving (for showings) and most of all the waiting. Waiting for phone calls. Calls that somebody wants to see the house, calls about times we can see another house, calls about papers that need to be signed, calls about papers we forgot to sign. Its time to resume our regular scheduled programming.

We already found the house we want. They accepted our offer contingent on selling ours. That doesn't really mean anything, however, since its still on the market. If somebody else makes an offer we get x number of hours to come up with the money to buy it, but thats not going to happen. I'm trying to stay realistic here, its a great house for a great price. The other houses we looked at didn't even come close. I'm trying to prepare myself for losing it, but I know I will be crushed none the less. Inside I feel like a toddler throwing a tantrum..."I Waaaaaaaaaaannnnttt thiiiiiiiiiis one!"