I should have known better. After all, I’ve been here before.
But I got caught up in the moment. The romance of it all. Your secrets. Your possibilities. Your character and charm.
I let your “what if”s and “we could”s and the “can you just imagine”s cloud my judgement. I was giddy with the ideas of the future and change and moving forward. Settling in. Finding us.
And then, two words took you away…
Just like that, the bubble was burst. The door, shut. No more day dreaming of kids playing in the secret bonus room. Of how I would fix you up. Make you mine. Ours. You belong to someone else.
This is the danger one runs into when house hunting. Especially when your house is listed but no offers have been made. I’ve been very careful not to look through online listings of other houses because I know that we still have a long, unpredictable road ahead of us before we are able to seriously look at another house. One for us to buy.
But, on a whim, we looked at a house on Sunday and I found myself falling in love with it. Then, last night, Tim told me that that house had an accepted offer. I’m not sure exactly what I was hoping for. I guess I was hoping that the house would stay on the market a little longer, giving us enough time to sell ours or see if the bank would make a trade (ours for theirs). Because that house hit all of our “must haves” and a lot of our “it would be awesome to haves”.
But now we step back into reality and focus on selling our condo. One step at a time. And, in the mean time, I’ll secretly hope that the deal on that house falls through and I find it on the market again one day. Waiting for me.