But something happened a month ago,while I was taking a walk around our neighborhood with my neighbor, I noticed the house I have coveted since it was built went on the market. It sits on a corner not and looks over one of our neighborhood "lakes" (The Realtor calls it a lake but I call it a pond with a fancy fountain in the middle) and of course it boasts an additional 1,200 sq ft of living space. The next day, Mr. Mr. and I had called a Realtor and arranged to view the house by the afternoon, by dinner time the owners had accepted our offer. Now the freaking out started, we had to get the little beauty on the market and pray someone would love it as much as we did.
We had one week to get the house "show ready", the stress in our house could be cut with a butter knife, but somehow we got it done and we were ready. What I wasn't ready for was how quickly the showings would start. Our house hit the market just after 2, and by 2:20 I had 3 showings booked. By 6 pm we had 2 offers. It was quick, we didn't have time to think or second guess ourselves. We were moving.
So here we are 18 days before moving day.