I was most excited to go on our first house hunting trip (outside of the internet) on Sunday!
Out of the five homes we saw, one remains on our list. It seems that just when you think you’ve found the one, there’s, of course, something that messes it up!
I finally came to the conclusion that no one was looking out for us when they built their house.
The good news is that we’ve still got one in the back of our mind, and we’ll hopefully be going again this weekend to scout out more potential homes. However, last night I studied the calendar and realized we have six weeks until we have to be out of this house!
I look at that and go in panic mode. Grady looks at that and shrugs his shoulders.
Apparently boys aren’t born with the “worry gene.”
I, on the other hand, was born with too much of it . . . eesshh . . .
3 comments:
You cannot help it. It runs in your family. And, it gets worse as you get older. :-)
Me and you both!! You'll find a house!! I can't wait for you all to be in L-town!!! Supper Club?? :)
Don't panic or you will settle for something you won't really like once you move. It will work out. I am not worried about you and I am always the first to worry. I feel good about it. You will find something. I have heard that the average buyer looks at 15 properties before finding what they want....you still have a ways to go! Hang in there!
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