It started with a nonchalant conversation in the LifeTime steam room (where Myah and I solve all the worlds problems) as my ever prepared 15 year old announced that despite it being most teens dream, her father and I, in fact, do not have to purchase a car for her 16th Birthday. Clearly confused I wrongly assumed she didn't want the responsibility of paying for the insurance and gas of said vehicle, but not she adamantly assured me that the reason was because she is going to attend Georgia Tech for college and planned to ride the MARTA for her transportation needs. While relaying this bit of information to Bob, just as nonchalantly as his daughter, mused at the idea of packing up and moving south. By March our house was on the market and we were in full 'move mode'. Showings and a couple offers we didn't entertain arose while we waited for the right buyers. We waited. And waited some more. In May we decided that since we weren't in a position to HAVE to sell, we'd take it off the market on June 1st and consider trying again next year. Two weeks leading up to the 1st, all house activity ceased to exist, we'd reconciled within ourselves that we'd be spending another winter in MN, and we were ok with that.
June 1st, 2014
I came home from church to be greeted by Bob shaking his head announcing we received a request for a showing that night and since it was technically within our timeframe he felt we should go through with it. And so we did. During that showing another realtor called to set up a showing for the following day. Bob again felt that we should let it happen (since the call came in on June 1st) so we did. They loved it and put an offer the next day, within the week we had addendum's and a purchase agreement signed. By no human coincidence, Bob had already planned to drive to GA with our friend Bob and his son Colin; and so that Saturday the Bob's (dubbed by a Jamaican as Sexy Bob and Cool Bob) set off on a road trip to the Empire State of the South. Arriving on Monday Sexy Bob set out on a two-day date with Becky the Realtor in search of the perfect house. With Skype-style showings for me and my brave husband taking on the daunting task of describing (in great detail) the look and feel of the features he knows I'm most interested in, we decided on our new home. So here we are with closing dates set, a house to be packed, and another southern road trip on the books. #futureGApeach
