Sunday, September 30, 2007
Fish, fish, got my wish
Well, 5 pm came and went without any phonecalls from my realtor, so I called him and left a message. Then, I called him again about an hour later. He eventually called back to tell me that he went by the office but found no faxes and no messages about my counter offer. Fine. At least now I had some idea of where I'm supposed to live. I scared off the one and only buyer that was interested in my property at a sacrificial price. I couldn't trace His hand, but I would trust His heart, and I'd stay where I was.
Then, around 8:30, my realtor called again. He called the buyers agent to see what was going on. She stated that the buyer was going to agree to the terms, but was on vacation. She said that he'd sign the papers when he returned on Monday. So, I'm sort of in escrow. [yippie] The situation is very fragile right now, and I won't know for sure until I'm on my second cup of espresso on the Piazza San Marco.
Now, the question becomes, "Where will You have me?" I really like Morgan Hill, as long as I'm lead to remain in this area. I want to live in a smaller town that also happens to be closer to my church. This sort of living reminds me of something someone told me a few months ago. "You're letting that book tell you how to live."
-Amen
There's one thing that strikes me as funny right now, that won't at the end of the month. When I return from vacation, I run a very real risk of being homeless. I mean homeless as in without a home - no place for my stuff and no place to sleep. Outside of the hotel Mom&Dad, I'm essentially going to be homeless, so I'll have to get a room by the week somewhere while I look for something that will carry me through the next chapter.
Then, around 8:30, my realtor called again. He called the buyers agent to see what was going on. She stated that the buyer was going to agree to the terms, but was on vacation. She said that he'd sign the papers when he returned on Monday. So, I'm sort of in escrow. [yippie] The situation is very fragile right now, and I won't know for sure until I'm on my second cup of espresso on the Piazza San Marco.
Now, the question becomes, "Where will You have me?" I really like Morgan Hill, as long as I'm lead to remain in this area. I want to live in a smaller town that also happens to be closer to my church. This sort of living reminds me of something someone told me a few months ago. "You're letting that book tell you how to live."
-Amen
There's one thing that strikes me as funny right now, that won't at the end of the month. When I return from vacation, I run a very real risk of being homeless. I mean homeless as in without a home - no place for my stuff and no place to sleep. Outside of the hotel Mom&Dad, I'm essentially going to be homeless, so I'll have to get a room by the week somewhere while I look for something that will carry me through the next chapter.
