Loss and Acceptance

When Terry called me yesterday morning to break the bad news, I was very distraught to say the least. I didn't realize until that moment how much owning our own home meant to me. I was still on the fence about the whole thing. So much responsibility. So much out of our own pocket expenses. Scary stuff. I was excited and on board but I would have been fine either way.

When we went to the house to have it inspected, I fell in love with that cute little house even more. I was placing furniture, hanging pictures, ripping up linoleum and putting down newer flooring, building shelves in the garage, doing yard work and redoing bathrooms. All in my head of course. It was my new home.

Terry is doing all he can to figure out a way we can get this house but it seems quite futile. I think we have lost our house. Stupid, evil, bankman!! I really feel bad for the sellers. That house has been on the market for a few months now and to think that it's selling and then not, must be as heartbreaking as what we're going through.

Before we found this house we had decided to wait a couple of years to buy a home. Save some money, learn the area, get a few raises, you know. I told Ter that if we do indeed lose this house that I want to wait. He really wants our own home and I don't think he can help himself when it comes to looking but I don't want to be unprepared like this again.

Such as Life!