The Nightmare is over…How It Happened

If you’ve been following my Instagram, you know by now we finally found a house and an amazing one at that!  What I didn’t share with you yet is how it happened.  Mainly because I was scared that I would jinx it somehow.  Every step of the process was agonizing and exciting and I worried the ENTIRE time.  That was until last Tuesday when we signed our lives away and got the keys to this beauty!

So I have so much to tell you about but I thought I would take a few steps back first!  SO…sit back and relax this one’s long.

• February 2018 – We got the message that we should no longer hold out hope that this was going to be our house.  Devastated…crushed.
• March 2018 – We started shopping for a new house and found one we like well enough so our realtor suggested I write a letter to the home owner and so I wrote what’s below and we submitted an offer (WELL above asking).  Then we ran away and went on Spring Break we found out while on spring break that we didn’t get that house.  We were bummed but not heart broken.
• April 2018 – Our realtor sent the letter below to anther neighborhood we thought we would like to be in and someone in the neighborhood sent our letter to the people that owned our now home.  They called our realtor and asked if we would like to see it.  When Scott and I looked we said there’s NO WAY and started writing it off.  I mean, we didn’t want to get too excited.  The day before Easter we saw it, fell in LOVE, met the owners and decided we were going to do everything in our power to get it.
• May 2018 – As of May 1, we are home owners!  Life has been chaotic and hectic and running has taken a backseat for a week or so but it’s all worth it.

We’re HOME!  This is our forever home.

So for now, check out the little letter that sealed the deal for us and over the coming weeks I’ll share how I’m turning this beast into a home and I’ll be ramping up HealthyHomeWithHeart.com as a way of documenting it’s journey from a house to a home.  So make sure you’re following that site (I’ll tell you when it’s live) and stay with me.  The journey’s just beginning!

The Letter

December 15^th….that’s the day we sold our house in hopes of moving to a home that would put us closer to St. Catherine, and closer to friends.  We were excited.  Our kids (boy 7 and girl 4) were excited.

We were sad to leave a home our kids were born into and that we had put so much work into but it was time.

As I drove away from our house the last time I got a call that shattered our dream.  The sellers were refusing to close.  Issues with the IRS were prohibiting them from selling.  We weren’t getting the house.

I sat in my car crying…trying to figure out what to do next.   Where do you go as a family of four with a big dog?   What was I going to tell my kids?  And where were we going to spend Christmas?

Luckily grandparents took us all in and made room for us.  In the beginning the kids were excited to live with grandma and grandpa…what kid wouldn’t?  But it’s been three months and they are missing their own space.  They are missing their own rooms.

My son said to me on the way to school last week…

“Mom, the people who bought our house are so lucky”

I asked him why afraid of what I was going to hear.

“Because they didn’t have to go through all this pain”

Imagine my reaction as a mom to know I couldn’t even deliver to them a basic need, a home.  It crushed me.

Over the past three months we’ve looked at everything that’s come on the market and some that haven’t.  We’ve prayed for a house that met our needs and that we could make a home.

I had lost hope.  I was sure we would be celebrating our daughter’s 5^th birthday not at her own house but at a restaurant somewhere.  Not the most ideal when you come from large families.

My husband and I have been trying to put on a brave face but feeling every day more uncertainty.  Today, though, we felt hope.  When we walked in we felt the feel of a home.  You know the one..the one that makes you say…yep…this feels right.  We saw opportunity.  We knew exactly which rooms would be our kids and we knew exactly where we would put the couch and we knew the bikes would fit in the garage.  It all worked!  Selfishly, I’ve always dreamed of having a sun porch.

Regardless, know that we’re ready and willing.  We’re putting in a strong offer to help you see that we respect what you have in that house and we only wish to make it a home.  Our stuff is on a semi somewhere downtown and we want nothing more than to take care of the place you called home too.