Well, I did it. I accepted the offer on my house AND signed the contract this morning. I guess that means there is no going back.
When I posted that I wanted to sell my house, pack up and move to the beach, I never dreamed it would get moving so fast. I think it’s been less than a week or two since we finally decided that it’s now or never and we were letting fear stop us from making any sort of move.
I’ve done that a lot over the last few years. I’ve always wanted to be at the beach, but I’ve always found a reason not to go. Those days are over.
I have a real estate friend who had a cash investor ready to make an offer the moment he saw I was ready to make a move. But I guess that’s how it has to be, you have to jump while someone has the nerve to make a change. So, we accepted the cash offer. We will close on this house on the last day of January.
The investor has agreed to do a lease back for a month so that we have the cash in hand and can plan accordingly for the move, after all, we are taking 8 cats, 2 dogs, and a parrot with us. It’s not so easy to find a place that will knowingly accept all of those four legged friends, even though the cats are really only in the house half the time and the dogs are so old they only get up to go outside when they have to use the bathroom.
We found a house that would be absolutely perfect on Craigslist, but as I mentioned before, I am convinced everyone on Craigslist is a scammer or a murderer so I am not getting my hopes up too high, though she did say we could meet her and talk over the details when we go to Myrtle Beach on the 24th to look at properties.
I thought change would be scarier. I guess when you know it’s the right thing for you to do, it makes the unknown more exciting than scary.
Flea Market Guy is way more worried about this move than I am, but I guess that’s because I have thought of every “solution” possible for any problem that might arise. I also have faith that things will work out exactly the way they are supposed to. My sister doesn’t call me “shit roses” for nothing. I’ve earned that title because of the way things always work out for the best. I know it has something to do with my resourcefulness, but it also has a lot to do with being willing to make a less than perfect situation work for as long as I need to until it becomes a more perfect situation. Plus, if you let every obstacle become a roadblock, you will be miserable forever. I choose to use roadblocks like hurdles and jump over them, or crawl over them, or flip over them head over feet. It doesn’t matter how I get to the other side, I just try to make sure that I do, in fact, get to the other side.
Was selling the house with no solid plan irresponsible? Maybe.
I’ve been responsible my whole life. I don’t have any other humans depending on me anymore so I’m OK with being a little irresponsible.
So, the next month or so will definitely be exciting, scary, and at times, stressful I am sure, but one day, years from now, I want to be able to say that I took chances even when everyone else thought I was out of my mind (including FMG). And hopefully I will be able to follow the story of this move up with “and it all turned out exactly the way it was supposed to.”
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