What Just Happened?
Life events sometimes weave together in predictable ways. Other times, not so much. This is a story of the latter.
We have been contemplating taking an extended RV trip for quite some time now. Actually, "we" is too strong of a word, but Julie is a good sport. I actually meant to do it in 2019, but we never got around to it. There is a window of opportunity for such a trip. The kids should be old enough to appreciate (and remember) it, but they can't be so old that it's lame to hang out with mom and dad 24/7.
We're also trying to adopt. We've been approved for the past 18 months but have not yet been placed. What does that have to do with an RV trip, you ask? Follow along...
As I type this, we live in a 1700 square foot house. It's modest, and it's been perfect for us for the past 13 years we've been here. We've raised our kids here and made memories here. Did I mention it has 3 bedrooms, 2 of which are quite small? 9 and 11 year old boys share a room nicely. They don't care that it's small. Will that hold for 15 and 17 year old boys? Oh, and where does the adopted child go? Jordan may think she wants to share her room with an infant, but she'd get over that idea quickly.
Point being, we need a little more room. So the natural solution was to move the whole family into a 400 square foot RV! But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Another dream of ours (nay, mine) is to build a house. I wouldn't build it with my own two hands, though I'd tackle some of the tasks. What I really want is to live in a house that is laid out the way I want and has the features I want. I don't want anything ostentatious (massive built-in fish task excepted), but I want things the way I want them, and the only way I'll get them that way is to design the house myself.
Oh, and we'd like to get closer to our families, members of which live mostly in and around Atlanta. We've been looking for land in Georgia for a few months now but haven't found anything we love.
Do the pieces fit yet?
We need more space. Our goal is to build in Georgia, but we have no land on which to do so. Oh, and our current house closes in 4 weeks.
I forgot to mention that?
Knowing our plan was to eventually relocate, and knowing that the housing market is booming, I figured I'd take a flyer and post our house on Zillow. I didn't put a whole lot of effort into my initial posting. I really just wanted to take that first step. We kept saying we were going to do all of the things described above, but we never made movement towards them. Posting the house was calling my own bluff, so to speak. If I'm being honest, I didn't really want it to sell, but I knew it had to if we were to pursue some of these other dreams.
Because my posting was sparse, and because I knew no one would bite in the middle of winter, I knew I had time to get our ducks in a row before we'd be homeless. Turns out I didn't know much at all. Within minutes we had multiple showings, and within days we had an offer. It wasn't a full price offer, but it was fair, so we accepted. Turns out I underestimated the market.
It took about 10 minutes after receiving an offer for panic to set in.
What just happened?
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