An Old Irish Blessing
and warm your heart and home.
May good and faithful friends be yours,
wherever you may roam.
May peace and plenty bless your world
with joy that long endures.
May all life’s passing seasons
bring the best to you and yours!
Fate has a weird way of operating if you ask me. When I told my family that the house I wanted was taken by someone else they all thought – watch – now Willo will get 3 offers on her house and she’ll end up with no place to live. This morning I had the first showing of my home – to an older woman who used to live in this neighborhood in the exact same model. They spent all of 10 minutes and were gone. I thought – WHEW! That was easy.
An hour later the Realtor called me up and said “She’d like to bring her daughter to see the house. She’s going to make an offer.” I was stunned. I’m still stunned – and I am panicking – and I am excited. I don’t know WHAT to think. What I do know is that #1 – my son is going to hate me for selling the house so soon. #2 – not to get too emotional because the offer that comes in might be way way low. #3 – I really need to find a house for myself!!
My Realtor and I had plans in place to look again on Wednesday – and it’s going to be very difficult for me to not panic. I’m going to have to stay calm enough to use sound judgment while looking at these homes – and not react because I feel I’m going to be kicked to the curb at any moment. Because I know that CAN’T happen – I can place contingencies on the offer as well and push back closing till April 30th. In fact – if I really wanted to I could ask to close on May 30th – that way we could finish out the school year before we move. {moving will add an extra 30 minutes on to our morning and afternoon commutes} But then I run the risk of losing the contract. There’s a ton of things to think about.
Here’s the twist of Fate – the potential buyer is an older woman who just lost her husband to cancer {like my husband}, she lived in this same model for ten years before moving into a bigger home, her grandson used to take math lessons from the woman who lived next door, her daughter works for the Hospice that was supposed to care for my husband when he came home from Gainesville – AND – she remembers that she was the one scheduled to come out to our home. Talk about your goosebump moments!
Mom said it was the Luck O’ The Irish operating today. We’ll see tomorrow morning just how lucky. Perhaps I’ll find a four-leaf clover and a pot of gold before I head out house hunting on Wednesday?
