Three weeks ago we put our house on the market.
Less than a week later, we had an offer on the house. A bit of a ridiculously low offer, but an offer all the same.
A week later, after some negotiating back and forth, we had a more appealing offer that we verbally accepted.
A day or two after that, life got extra crazy. B spoke to his former boss and got an offer to return to his former job.
So now, a week after we thought we had sold our house, our house is no longer on the market. Not because it is sold, but because we are not selling it. We are not selling it, because we are not moving. It's been a week of serious discussions and a lot of soul-searching. We reevaluated our plans and inspected our dreams and truly thought about what matters and we decided that this was the best move for our family. The move NOT to move that is.
B thought that the fact that the job in Houston was at a brewery was enough, but it wasn't. I thought that the fact the job could possibly one day bring us close to family was enough, but it wasn't.
B returned to his former job today. He's happy to be there.
I am working to keep our house clean and organized and show worthy while also making it practical and livable. I LOVE having it so clean and neat.
I'm moving ahead with life here instead of planning a new life in Houston.
I think we're both a little bit in shock over the decision, but also excited about it. Besides its distance from family, we love it here. We have great friends and live in a great neighborhood.
So that's the news. More to come on this I'm sure as I finish processing it all. Happy Monday, everyone.