I might have watched
way too many a few episodes of House Hunters. You know, the show where the cute couple looks at glamorous houses, chooses their top three and then makes an offer?
All while you’re left, chewing your nails to the nub, wondering if they’ll get the house??
I’m living my own scaled down version of that. Scaled down as in much less cute, much less glamorous, and no one’s really chewing their nails down to the nub.
Today we put in an offer on a house.
My husband and I are very much on the same page in almost every way. We never argue about the big things. It’s the little ones that get to us.
I am the sensitive sort. And I assume everyone else is equally sensitive. That’s just part of being, well, sensitive. So when considering what to offer someone for their house, something they hold near and dear to their heart, I think long and hard about making sure it’s fair and hopefully not offensive.
Chris, my wonderful husband, has no problem offending the heck out of someone. Nosireee, doesn’t bother him one. little. bit. The problem we have is trying to meet somewhere in the middle without me sweating bullets and him feeling like we’re just throwing $ away.
We’ve managed to come up with a house we really are excited about and a number that we are hopeful they won’t outright reject.
So now we wait. We should hear something by this time tomorrow. If my nails are still intact, I’ll be back to let y’all know the outcome.
P.S. Sorry I didn’t make more of a mention about our upcoming move. Believe me, you’ll be hearing more than you care to about it in the next few weeks.