My friend Meredith sold her last house to the first person who looked at it after it hit the market. So even though I tried not to get my hopes up over the house hunter who was dying to see it the day we put it on sale, it was a bit disappointing to find out the next morning that it wasn't what they were looking for.
Saturday night we cleared out again for another showing and don't actually know whether anyone came or not.
Sunday we cleaned up, went to church, ate lunch out, returned to our house long enough to take the dog to a neighbor's and cleared out for the afternoon. The kids and I went to a friend's house, while Justin did some demolition at the Purple House.
When we returned to the house at around 4:45, we were greeted at the gate by our agent with the news that we not only had an offer, but it was for more than our asking price. They do want to keep my refrigerator, which I had planned to take with me, and they wanted the sign on my front gate that says, in French, "Beware of children." Although, from a monetary standpoint it makes no sense, but the sign means a lot more to me than the refrigerator -- especially because the buyers don't have kids. So we'll buy a refrigerator and keep the sign.
It ain't over, 'til it's over. However, these people clearly want to buy the house. Let's just hope all the contingencies for inspections and all go through without a hitch.
Let's also hope that we can make enormous progress on the Money Pit in the next five weeks, so that I won't be homeless for my 32 birthday, which will be 3 days after the proposed closing date.
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