A Sign of Things To Come

It's official. The sign is in the yard.

And just as quickly as the sign went up, we were under contract and have, in essence, sold our house.

That was faster than I predicted!

Before the sign even went up in the yard, I had my first showing. By the end of that first day, I'd had four more showings, with four more scheduled the next day, and four more scheduled the day after that.

And just like that, within twenty-four hours of having the sign appear, we had multiple offers on our house.

Praise the Lord!

It seemed like a good idea to get out of town for the weekend. So I packed up the boy and the dog and met my husband for another weekend of house hunting in Pittsburgh.

One house that we were considering now has an offer, and we're waiting to hear if that sale is pending or if we still have a chance.

We looked at five more houses after that. Blech, blech, blech, blech, blech.

And then our last house of the day spoke to me.

What did it say?

It said "You're homeless now, so you might want to consider me!"

It had more to say, but I'm still mulling it all over in my head.

Tune in  tomorrow!