Last week we found out that we had an offer for our townhouse. We have been on the market since the first week of June, and so I was hopefully optimistic. Not happy, really, because so much could still go wrong. Deals fall apart, financing doesn't come through, things just happen in general. But yes, I am definitely hopefully optimistic. The best thing is leaving the house a complete mess when I walk out the door and knowing that it's okay. It's FABULOUS!
My sister put her house on the market at the same time and she also finalized a contract on her house last week. I feel that we have been greatly blessed, and I look to my parents. They have worked every Saturday in the temple for years. They take their assignments seriously and will cut short trips and family get-togethers in order to fulfill their assignment.
At times, this has been a pain. For example, they are the first to leave after Thanksgiving in order to get home. But it has also been a great blessing. I still remember getting the best parking spot ever when we went to The Christmas Carol, something I attribute to them having fabulous guardian angels. And now my sister and I have sold our houses and look forward to great changes. I wonder what my parents will pray for next?