The realtor just called and someone else is looking at the house today. Yesterday's Looky Lou's liked it and wanted to know when we could move. No offers yet. They are planning on making an offer today. Mark told our realtor we could close on March 2nd. Bidding war? Wishful thinking. I just keep thinking about where to even start packing and that we could be homeless in three weeks :) Not really, we are moving to my mom's house. We will feel like a genie in her house, Itty bitty living space. It's a roof until we figure out what we are doing next. She does have a pool. I will be kinda like vacation. Yeah, vacation.
Moving thoughts...
We have a lot of stuff!
Three weeks, is that possible?
Moving sale? What in the world do you keep? We have a lot of fluff!
Kids toys, oh my!
Do we really have that many books?
That couch is heavy! Really heavy!
I have a lot of potted plants.
Mark wants a tomato before we move. Bless his heart, will one just turn red already!
How long can you not buy a house and still keep your homestead?
The garage is a mess what in the world are we going to do with all that?
That is one big baby! BABY GRAND PIANO! All 5 ft 9 inches has to go somewhere. Not my mom's. Good grief who's idea was it to get a baby grand. All he wanted was a nice upright, but he loved the sound of the grand. I admit it... I talked him into it, alright already!
How much do we unpack because we are going to have to do it twice, twice.
If we do sell how long will we be at my mom's?
Who's idea was this?
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