Yesterday was a good day. A very good day. At no point in time did I ever imagine selling my house at it's first showing. Nor, did I imagine getting our asking price. But like I said, it was a good day. Our sign went up on Friday, the first open house was Sunday afternoon, and Tuesday we were scheduled to host the broker's open. I was fully planning on undergoing weeks of random showings, stressing about keeping my house perfect, yelling at Cohen the second he gets within a few inches of my clean windows, and microwave dinners - so as not to make any messes in the kitchen. Thankfully, my family will not have to endure the insanity I was fully prepared to bring. I was in shock when our realtor called to tell us. Total shock. But, soon the shock turned to gratitude. We have loved living in this house. The moment I stepped foot in this house I knew it was the right house for us. It is very odd to think that soon it will be someone else's. When I was young, moving from house to house, I would never think about who would soon be occupying my room. Now, I want to know everything about them. Like, would we hang out and be friends if we had the chance to meet. Apparently, they are a young couple with an 8 month old daughter - similar to Eric and I's situation when we bought this house four and a half years ago. I am so happy for them! I hope they love this house as much as we have.
p.s. cross your fingers that the inspection goes well so that I don't have to post in a few days reneging everything I just said.