We finally sold our old house! Wahoo! We started getting offers when we listed last fall, but they were low and we decided to hold out. We accepted a decent offer in January, but that progressively fell apart due to the buyers in late winter so we relisted it even though we were still officially under contract. The market had totally turned in those couple months and we started getting multiple offers (over asking!) with no contingencies. We finally closed and I’m still kind of in shock. Two houses (even in the same neighborhood) is a huge PITA. So why do I want to look for another farther away? Glutton for punishment.
We spent 15 years in that house. We got engaged in the living room our first week (we had plans to go downtown on our anniversary, but I wasn’t feeling well). Six years later we brought home babies. They are now almost five feet tall.
It made me start thinking about all the places I’ve lived in my life. I only spent ten years in my main childhood home (which was my sixth overall). I’ve lived in over 20 homes/apartments across four states. I spent a third of my life in that house. It was the end of my nomadic life. So many memories from the best to the worst.
It's debatable whether I'm more excited about this or being fully vaccinated as of the this week.
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