…insert overwhelmingly long sigh of relief here.
i could just leave it at that because that’s all I’ve been doing honestly. breathing really deep and thanking God every chance i get. he is too good.
this was one hard process. i mean, of course moving is never easy. and i know it could have been a lot harder so i am not trying to have my own personal pity party. but this transition was tough stuff. if you want more of an explanation i threw my own cry fest in this post here. no need for a sequel.
it all fell into place a few days after our first buyers backed out. three days later we had another offer and it was a beautiful thing. the offer came in on the day andrew left for his three week stint down south and the home inspection/paperwork/official yes-we-will-buy-your-house say came in the day before he came back. i don’t want to toot my own horn but i know a lot of contracts and relocation paperwork and selling a home 70% alone (he handled all the bank stuff thank heavens) thanks to his absence.
so blessed and forever grateful that God stepped in here.
as relieved as i am, i am going to miss that home a terrible amount though. that place is where andrew and i moved in together. we got engaged there, married there, honeymooned there, welcomed a dog into our life there and brought home our first baby there. those walls have seen lots of tears and disagreements and laughs and love and silly moments. those walls saw our first few nights home with a brand spankin new baby and our moments of what do we do now? those walls have seen holidays and parties and too many drinks and late nights. those walls could tell stories.
i have so much more to say but i’ll leave it at that now. you can probably find me back here tomorrow rambling some more about our relocation process. i’ll have words upon words these next few weeks i’m quite sure of it.