After ten glorious months on the market, our house finally sold. The house we built was completed in August. Since 55 Ophelia had not sold at this point, we had to let the builder put the new house on the market...and of course, it sold. We were definitely disappointed, but agreed that all things happen for a reason. We had actually decided to take our house off the market and relist in the spring. We felt very at peace with our decision, so naturally we had a huge wrench thrown in our plan (insert sarcasm). Our house sold ten days before Christmas. I mean, really? Who the heck buys a house during the holidays?
Apparently, a young couple with a baby on the way (we later found out that baby was born on Christmas day). We might have stalked them a bit from the top of the cul-de-sac while they were looking at the house. They reminded me of us fifteen years ago...young, baby on the way, searching for a great little house to start their family. This made me feel even better about our decision to sell...it also made me feel a bit old and sad. It seems like just yesterday, we were that couple. The boys were babies. Life seemed simpler.
Fast forward a few CHAOTIC weeks of house hunting intermingled with holiday cheer. We found a great home about a block from where we built with a wonderful floor plan. Russ even gets an office in this house! And the boys get a tree house just like the one we left behind...we definitely took that as a sign!
Almost a year later...SOLD!
I'm sure going to miss this little house. So many wonderful memories...
On the flip side, I'm awfully excited about the memories we're going to make in the new house!
Neighbors....Finally!! =)
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