Moving On

So after waiting nearly 24 hours, we found out our offer wasn't accepted on the house. We were disappointed, but Landon and I both believe that things happen for a reason. Our offer wasn't accepted because that house wasn't meant to be our house.

I'm grateful for the experience. Now I know what to expect when we make another offer on a house. We aren't going to know for a while whether our offer is accepted. And I'm also grateful to know that I don't have the stomach for waiting on a short sale. I can't even imagine how we'd feel right now if our offer had been accepted. We'd still be waiting to hear back from the bank, and who knows how long that would take!

We're looking at more houses this weekend with Gary. There are a couple of promising prospects, so I am excited. Maybe we'll find our house. Who knows?