First, sincere thanks to everyone who commented on my last post to express their sympathy for the loss of Karsten’s mother. I have let him know that so many of you gave condolences, and he’s very thankful, as am I.
We’re back in Nashville and a little too worn out to unpack yet. But unpack we must so that we can pack back up again tomorrow or Friday and drive up to northwest Indiana. We still don’t know anything about the funeral arrangements, but I’m figuring we’ll probably just head up there sometime tomorrow anyway.
Oh, also, we have a house. Well, actually, we have two houses. Well, actually, we have contracts on two houses. And we’ll have to decide which one to keep and which contract to get out of. We already had a contract on a house in Germantown (I never posted an update to say that our offer was accepted, but it was), but we haven’t done the inspection yet and we have some concerns that that one might be a tad too ambitious for us. In other words, it needs a hell of a lot of work.
But yesterday morning, while we were in Miami and before Karsten got The Phone Call, our agent called to tell us she’d found a house she thought was really right for us. It’s just a few houses down a perpendicular street from the house we’ve bid on in two separate listings, so you can stand on the sidewalk in front of this house and turn to the left, and you’ll be looking at the house we really wanted. Not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. (Probably a little bit of both, I know.)
Anyway, I ducked out of the conference and went up to our room to check out the listing online, and unfortunately, the MLS listing didn’t have a picture, but our agent was so enthusiastic and the seller was already getting offers so we went ahead and bid on it — quite literally “sight unseen.” We joked that at least it would be a good story if it came through. She called this morning to let us know our offer was accepted (we must be getting better at this whole bidding for hot properties thing) so, like I said, we now have two houses to pick from. (Of course, by the time we got the news about the second house this morning, houses were the last thing on either of our minds, but still.)
We drove by the “new” house on the way back from the airport tonight, and it looks good. Not breathtaking or anything, but good. We have an appointment to check it out tomorrow morning, so we’ll try to decide then which one to buy.
And after that, we’ll probably head back home and pack for the funeral. Life is feeling really surreal right now.