Tom Petty

The theme song for today has been, "The Waiting is the Hardest Part." We've been waiting for news all day, and it has been gut-wrenching. Literally. My guts have been seriously mad at me and the anxiety I am feeling. But let me back up a bit to explain why...

We got pre-approved for a mortgage as expected on Friday. We started looking at houses on Saturday. On Monday, we contacted an agent who had been referred to us by Landon's boss. While I was on the phone with her explaining what we are looking for in a house, she suddenly yelled, "AH! Your house just came on the market!" We talked about the house that had just been listed, and it sounded exactly perfect except the part where it is a short sale. Since we're operating on a limited time frame (we need to be in the house within 4 months to have time to register Mason at his new school before it starts in August), we had pretty much ruled out short sales. Our agent and I decided that it couldn't hurt to check it out. After talking to the listing agent and seeing the house, our agent decided she wanted us to see it and soon.

After trying hard to not get too worked up over the house, we went and saw it this morning. We saw it and loved it. While we were out in the back yard checking things out, I told our agent I wanted to put an offer on it. She agreed it would be good to move fast, so we finished the tour and went to her office. After calling the listing agent again, we discovered there was already a full price offer on the table. We decided to go in significantly over list price with a very limited set of demands. We really like this house.

Landon and I have spent the afternoon waiting to hear back. The first deadline our agent had set came and went. We waited four hours after that, getting very little done other than agonizing. Then a call from our agent -- EXCITEMENT! Only to be followed with more waiting. The meeting had been pushed back five hours. Wait some more. We're two and a half hours past the second meeting time. Our agent emailed to reassure us she is trying to get through to the listing agent, but she hasn't heard anything. "Don't worry!" Ugh. Too late for that.

We could have afforded more than we offered. We would have willingly paid more. It's killing me not knowing. It will kill me even more if our offer isn't accepted and the house sells within the range we could have paid.

This post totally isn't about gratitude, but I have literally been waiting all day and I need to do something with myself. Time to practice the art of letting go - what will be, will be. Breathe in, breathe out. If it doesn't work out, it wasn't meant to be.

But the waaaaaiiiiiitin' is the hardest part!