Esther-like moments.

The inspection went well. This house is going to need a lot less work than House 225 (also known as, the bank that sort-of owns me is too lazy and rich to care about selling me) It's weird to think that a house that is 60 years older needs less work. The inspector said it was solid. I figure if it's survived 110 years, it's probably not going anywhere.

It makes me realize that while I was so frustrated over sitting around, waiting, not hearing anything, maybe something bigger and better was in the gestational phase. Instead of a house that we liked, we are getting a dream home that we love. A place to chase children around in orchards, to gather pecans and make pies for their chubby little faces, a front porch for them to sit in our laps and rock, to watch deer frolicking at dusk, and have homeschool lessons under the trees.

For such a time as this...





Post script: We finally heard back that we could not close on House 225 until June 1st...but they still have not submitted the paperwork. I'm glad we aren't waiting on imperfection any longer...