Yesterday we had a showing at 11:30am. We went out for lunch to give the potential buyers some peace. Shortly after 12:00pm, our agent called us and said: "We are really close! They've driven past your place several times, and are really interested. I call you back when we have the papers."
I was so excited, I couldn't even finish my lunch!
That was 24 hours ago, and we haven't heard anything. Nada. Zip. Zilch.
The waiting is awful.
I try to rationalize it:
"They wanted to sleep on it.
They have a life, and jobs, and other obligations.
24 hours isn't a long time.
Maybe our phone isn't working?" (It is working, I checked. Several times.)
This entire experience is all about hurry up and wait. It's frenzied activity (getting the house clean and ready before a showing) followed by waiting.
And some more waiting.
I'm not good at waiting. But right now I have to be.
Which, I guess, is an important learning experience.
What it shows me is that I really, really want this to happen.
Rich said yesterday: "If it doesn't work out, we'll just stay here." And I agreed, because it wouldn't be a bad thing. We love this place, and we have a good life here.
Yet, I'm itching to get our new life started. I lay awake at night, picturing us in our new home, new town, and new life, and it makes me so happy to visualize it all. I want it to become reality!
So all we can do is to hurry up and wait some more.
And believe in the future.
If it's supposed to happen, it will.
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