moving.

Pottery barn is ours. Or will be in one month. If everything goes as planned.

But that's not the whole story. Our first offer went to house #1 - the model. And they came back excited. Preparing a counter offer. And every indication was that it was going to go through. But they wanted to keep it on the market - meaning that someone else could come in, make an offer, and we would loose the house and be homeless. We tried to get them to take it off the market....the mother of the house was okay with that. And then, just before signing, the father said forget it. And basically said he didn't want our offer at all. What?

Yeah.

So I said forget it. We walked away. Away from beauty. And turned to practicality. Turned to the barn.

Our offer was countered, and then we countered theirs. Last night as we were signing our counter, another offer came in for the barn. And it was slightly higher than ours.

It should have turned into a bidding war. Or at least gone to the higher offer. But no! They accepted our offer. Strange. But they felt it should go to us.

And I'm thankful for being hit over the head with what is right. So even if everyone will see our kitchen upon entering the barn, it doesn't matter. Because it's right. And we won't have to paint. Or remove cat smell. And Ellis won't have to sleep in the office. The window wells will be covered. Clin will get his, oh so important, RV parking. I get a mud room. Millie gets swings.

And you? You get a guest room. I can't promise a bed. Just the room.