Monday we were excited about the possibility, but then overnight doubts set in for me. He talked me through it, assuaged my fears. The house around the corner with the beautiful views also needs work.
We called the owner for another viewing. Ric was right. My concerns were not founded. I was in. But then Ric had a change of mind. We talked it out.
Disability limits my financial input. The burden is on Ric. I don’t want him to stress over a move. I tell him so.
“But the house would be so much better for you,” he says.
“I’m fine,” I tell him. “The most important thing is that we are happy, and we are, right where we are.”
“I’ll give it one shot,” he decides. The owner is asking an exorbitant price. We both agree not to stretch beyond what is practical.
Ric goes to meet with the owner. The dogs and I wait. I anticipate our bid will fail.
The owner accepted our offer. The house is ours. Now we just have to get this one ready for sale.
Send energy. I’ll need it.