For the last two months we have had our house on the market so that we could move to another home in Charlotte. We decided to try to sell it ourselves, because frankly, it didn’t seem THAT difficult. As the process wore on, we did realize that a realtor would have driven more traffic through our house, but we continued trying to do it ourselves because I truly felt that that was what we were supposed to do. I kept telling myself, “It only takes one person to come through here in order to have a buyer.”
Tom and I began looking at houses just so that we could see what was out there and if there was anything better than what we already had….there was. Looking for a home is very fun and exciting – much more fun than selling one. As fate would have it, we looked at a home on Thursday that we both really liked. It fit all of our qualifications – good price, nice backyard, cul-de-sac, pool, and geographically suitable (close to the kids new school and not too far from my parents). We almost made an offer on Saturday, but decided that buying a house before selling the current house was not a good idea. If the Lord wanted us to have that house then it would still be available when ours sold. We felt comfortable with the decision and knew that waiting was the best way to go.
I guess the Lord wanted us to have that house because on Monday morning I checked my email and there was an offer to purchase our house. We countered the offer and they accepted the terms. I was so excited! I couldn’t believe that someone was really buying our house. Somewhere inside of me there was a doubt as to whether or not we were really supposed to be moving to another home in Charlotte. We have been in this house for nine years and I didn’t know if moving was in the cards for us. If we didn’t move I was going to be okay with that too. Well, I guess a new house was going to be in our future. By the end of the day, we had agreed to sell our house and agreed on the terms to buy the house that we knew we wanted. It was a very exciting, and a bit nerve wracking as well. I cried while driving home because I realized that we would not be living in our house for very much longer. It will be bitter-sweet, I am sure.
So, now we wait. We go through all of the inspections, filling out forms, and eventually begin packing. We won’t be moving until the end of August, but I know that it will be here before we know it. I kept saying that we were “selling the house ourselves”, but the Lord is the one who sold our house for us. He has also found us a new home. We simply did what we felt we were supposed to do. We took baby steps, and then kept walking. We don’t know if both of these sales will be finalized, but we are praying that they will and we know that either way, God has it all under control. The reality of the move is settling in and I am getting excited to start another chapter in the life of our family.