Well, life has been a little - scratch that, a LOT crazy lately. We just moved our house and I'm sitting here typing with boxes and bags and tons of stuff surrounding me. The moving process is hard, y'all! But since most of you had no idea this even happened, let me back up and tell you the whole story.
In August of 2014 Nathan and I put our house on the market. I can't believe it's been that long, but it truly has. We had a number of reasons for wanting to sell, none of which had to do with the house - we truly loved where we lived and enjoyed how nice it was (especially for a first home). But we knew it was time to move on so we crossed our fingers, said some prayers, and put it up on the market.
And then...nothing. We showed the house dozens of times over the next year and didn't get a single offer. While I won't mention them by name, I will say that I believe this has a lot to do with our realtor. We were very unpleased with them after a time but did not want to switch and risk not selling our house by pulling it off the market. Hindsight is 20/20, but at the time we felt like this was the right decision.
Fast forward to August 2015, and our realtor mailed our keys back to us. Yep, you read that right - no mention of the end of our contract, no conversation, just our house keys in the mail. We were not planning on renewing with them anyways, but this felt like a slap in the face. So we pulled our home off the market, refinanced, and settled in with no vision of the future.
I do not remember exactly what made us decide to put our house back on the market, but we chose to re-list in February with a different realtor. Let me just brag on her for a second - Linda Jones with Rose and Womble was absolutely the best person we could have chosen. Within two weeks our house had an offer (we had it listed at a higher price than it was previously) after some back and forth with the buyer.
At the time we did not believe that our house would actually be sold. We figured it was too good to be true, that the buyer would back out or her buyers (our closing was contingent on hers) would not qualify. So for a little while we didn't tell anyone. And then all of a sudden we were just a few weeks out from closing, packing up our whole house and looking desperately for rentals. We still truly weren't convinced our house had actually sold but sure enough, on Monday we closed and moved into a new rental on the Peninsula.
I am feeling so many things right now - exhaustion, happiness, stress, joy, disbelief, and more. We have so much to do and so much to move, but our house is finally sold. We have a little single family home, our first yard (we lived in a condominium before), and we live in a cute little neighborhood. So far it's everything we could have hoped for and we are grateful - for friends and family who have helped out tremendously, for our incredible realtor, and most of all for a fresh start in a new area with a bright future ahead.
