Well, my stomach is getting an ulcer. We made an offer yesterday, but the owner's husband didn't get home until late last night. So we got a call this morning from our realtor that they made a counter offer, and he didn't have it yet. He would send it to us around 1:30 or 2. Man, I hope that they don't want us to close a month early :( I can't come up with that much money in just a few weeks. We can probably have it gifted to us. But I don't know who could do that. YUCK.
My stomach is turning. This sucks. I hate buying/selling houses. One reason I never became a "flipper" like Joel wanted. I plan to live here forever. FOREVER!My dream is for this to be the Klingensmith Compound. Where all the kids come to visit Grandma and Grandpa Klingensmith and their cousins and aunts and uncles. Where we all gather to get away from the world, relax and play. Where relationships are formed and bonds are made.
I know I could probably create that anywhere, but not the kind I want.
I want horses and four wheelers and ping pong tables and gardens and space for kids to roam and run. Tree houses, woods to play Robin Hood in, camp fires to make smores over, fruit to bottle, and memories to be made.
This is my dream for wherever we move to. I hope that it can be realized.
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