Home wasn't built in a day.
-Jane Sherwood Ace
We got a counter offer yesterday. A gut-punching counter offer, but one nonetheless. The game is afoot!
Of course, I've been waking up between 3 and 4 AM since Monday, pacing, making kettles of tea, sketching out bathroom layouts, and telling myself to calm down... this is part of it. Josh and the realtor, meanwhile, are playing the game nicely. It's driving me crazy. Why can't we just walk up on porches, explain situations, have a glass of iced tea, and make a deal? The owner is a single woman several years older than I am. Let me at her. I know I could bring her around!
You get too emotionally attached to houses, everyone says.
Um, have you met me? Emotionallyattachedtohouses is my middle name.
I have so much to show y'all. And a dozen questions to ask. What should we do with the glassed-in side porch if we get the house? The alcove in the attic? The kitchen? The back garden?
Say a prayer, would you? We meet the realtor again this morning! -Brin
(By the way, your birthday wishes are treasured. I commented in the post below. Thank you all so very much! You made my day.)
(Oh! And my tea addiction is so out of control that Sonic Drive-In unofficially named their Sweet Cranberry Tea in my honor yesterday, nationwide. No joke. You can see it here. Nuts, right?!)