The Little Farm House.
Tomorrow morning we’re going to look at a perfect little farm house.
It’s an 1800 sq. ft house, sitting on 7 beautiful rolling acres with a big 30×50 foot barn that has electric.
The property is only 8 miles from Tyler’s work. Right now we spend at least $300 a month in gas and his commute is an hour. Can you imagine living 8 miles away!?
This farm, this house…they are exactly what I’ve been dreaming of since I was little.
Tyler loves the location and the looks of the property from the pictures. He’s so picky–it’s amazing that we’ve found something we both like. The perfect mix of Tyler’s need for something newer with my desire for something quirky on a nice patch of land.
We’ve already worked out the financing with our mortgage broker.
The only downside is we have to sell our current house before we can buy another home. We couldn’t afford two mortgages at once anyway, but that doesn’t give us much leeway.
Basically we have to pray our house sells quickly. I’m so afraid it won’t and it will all fall through.
Anyone want to buy a house? It’s 1,000 sq ft with new everything…new plumbing, new tile floors, new paint, new windows, new roof. Raised garden beds, and negotiable chicken coops…we’ve put a lot of work into this house and now it’s ready to move into. It even has new light fixtures!
Oh please please let someone buy our house.
We have to run around the next few days putting all of the finishing touches on our house and then it will be going on the market, assuming we like The Little Farm tomorrow as much as it seems we will based on the info and pictures.
The prospect of selling our house makes me nervous. My stomach is bubbly. Maybe part of that is excitement, and possibly some nostalgia. This was our first house together. Ada was born in here!
The Little Farm seems too good to be true. I hope that’s not the case.
Oh but can you imagine me living on 7 acres? The majority of it is dense woods, the other part is cleared field. All of that space just for me! I could stand on my front porch naked. Not that I would foresee any reason to do so, but…I mean…hello privacy!
I’m going to need a tractor.
And a cow!
And a pony named Peppermint!
Wait, I might be getting ahead of myself.
I know this might not work out. Especially if we can’t sell our current house in time, or if they won’t accept an offer contingent upon the sale of our house. The real estate agent says that’s a weak offer.
Basically I have no control over this. Why is this such a huge reoccurring theme in my life? I just have to be patient, once again.
I will wait to find out. All of the pieces will have to fall perfectly into place.
And you know, despite the frustrations that come with waiting helplessly, there’s an upside. You know that whatever happens is completely meant to be. It’s not me taking control and screwing it up. It’s only going to work out if it works out, and that’s it.
There have been other times in my life where we’ve been in a similar situation–remember when we were going to move, right when I got pregnant with Ada? Then the real estate agent selling the house was completely rude to me and we decided to walk away from it. We were so disappointed. Shortly after that Tyler unexpectedly lost his job, and we were completely lost.
But then Tyler got the great job he has now, and we are way better off. We would have been screwed if we’d moved because we would be stuck on a property twice as far from Tyler’s job as we are now. We couldn’t see it at the time through the disappointment, but it all worked out perfectly.
I’m sure the same thing will happen now, right? It will all work out perfectly in the end.
It’s just the waiting that’s the hard part.