Last weekend I made the comment to Daniel and his friend who was visiting that I have lived in this condo longer than I've ever lived in one home in my entire life. Just over six years. My previous record was in Knoxville TN, where I lived in the same house from the time I was 12 until I had to move to live with church friends for a month before college, since my parents moved away and left me. They did that again a few years later. I eventually got the message :)
So, since I've lived here for a record length of time, that means it was clearly time for insane real estate week. We first saw the potential new property on Sunday late afternoon. The inspection is today at 4. In the space of 5 days we saw it, got our realtor out, put in an offer, accepted their counteroffer and now inspection is scheduled.
My brother-in-law, who will actually be the one owning the house, is stuck on a miserable cruise in Europe where they have high winds and haven't been able to actually make any of their stops at port. So he's stuck on the boat with limited communication with us, hoping we aren't nuts, because we'll be pretty much done with the process by the time he gets back.
That's kind of how decent properties are going around here these days. FAST. Hopefully it'll be good news for us when its time to sell this condo.
Of course, this is all dependent on the outcome of the inspection today. That always has the potential to be a game changer.
So, I've spent the past few days channeling my nervous energy into cleaning closets. I'm a minimalist and generally a very tidy person, but there's a big difference between "do we have space for this in our tiny home" and "do I want to pay to move this and where the heck is it going to go in my new closet-less house". This means relentless purging. And a lot of bugging my husband about why on earth he owns 9 jackets, many of which I would not be willing to seen in public with him if he was wearing them.