One Week

Today marks one week in the new house. One whole week.

I’m exhausted.

I figured it’s time I shared the story of this house, because really it’s been a God thing from the beginning.

Handsome and I began actively looking in June for a house to buy. Up until now, we have rented a small, cute house close to where we went to college. It was on a quiet road with a few neighbors and 20 acres behind the house. It was almost perfect for 3 years. But it was built in the 20s and was poorly insulated and had no central heat or air. Our heating bill in the winter was astronomical. And with a baby, we needed something easier to keep warm.

And so the search began.

We decided to look at foreclosures, because they were most likely to be in our price range. We looked at several. Some big, some small. Some with garages, some without. And one that was painted goldenrod yellow inside, over switch plates and outlets and everything.

Then, one hot day in late June, we found it. A split-level with 3 bedrooms and a 2-car garage. In the words of Goldylocks, it was just right.

But the same day our realtor took us to look at it, another realtor was showing it to someone else. We were looking at the house at the same time.

We prayed about it. We loved the house, and we really wanted it. We talked with our parents. And finally we put in an offer.

And then we prayed some more.

And then we got the call that another offer was accepted. Not ours.

I cried.

We prayed.

And we started looking again.

We looked at a few more houses, but didn’t find anything that was just right.

Meanwhile, we started packing the house. We knew we would be moving eventually.

One Sunday afternoon towards the end of September, I was taking a nap with Bug and Handsome was packing in the other room. He told me he had been praying we would find the right house. Then he got the impression to check the HomePath website again.

And right there, at the top of the list of newly posted homes for sale, was the house. The same house we had made the offer on earlier. The same house we had lost. The house that was just right.

And it was for sale again.

He woke me up and told me. I couldn’t believe it. He called his parents. Then he texted our realtor. The next day we went to see the house again. It was still just right.

We prayed.

And then we prayed some more.

And then we made another offer on the house.

And then we waited.

Handsome was getting ready for a work trip overseas for 3 weeks. While he was gone, I was going to be visiting my family out of state.

The October day that Handsome left, while he was on his way to the airport, he got the phone call.

We got the house.

The just right, 3 bedroom, 2-car garage split-level was going to be ours.

And we were not even going to be in the same state for 3 weeks.

The following month was a whirlwind of travel, signing papers, scanning and emailing documents, setting up inspections, and wondering how in the world we were going to pull this off.

We finally signed the final papers on November 7, and they gave us the keys.

Since then we have hardly had time to make the move, Handsome has been working overtime on some big projects at work. But most of our things are at the new house. We are still making trips back and forth to the old house to bring things to the new house.

And don’t even ask me how unpacking is going…

But our new house is still just right.

More importantly, our new house is ours.


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