Sorry I've been away from this old, tired thread. I don't have much bandwidth at the state park where I am camp-hosting.
But the news is that
my house went under contract in SEVEN (yes, count 'em!) SEVEN days on the market.
On a cash offer. (I had two offers on the same day!) The buyer put down $20K and is trying to close as soon as possible. There's a little squiggle I won't go into that is slowing it down by a few days, but I have to say I have nothin' but luxury problems.
"Oh, NO!" she said, wailing in self-pity. "I sold my house too quickly and have to move all my STUFF!"
And ladies, you all need to b###ch-slap me to Texas and back because I started feeling nostalgic tonight, thinking about whether I want to give up my home of 15 years.
Yeah. Just you rear back and GIVE to to me, sistahs.
For those of you not on Facebook, here are some pictures of the house all staged:
The end is in sight, my friends. And for those of you who have come to the party late, the old-timers here can tell you how many times I have declared my decision to sell my house, only to see me collapse in a quivering mass of protoplasm.
Once I have all my stuff in storage here or in St. George (a.k.a. my expensive storage unit), I am going to hit the road and just meander through this great country of ours. It will feel weird not having a home in Salt Lake to return to.