We put an offer on a house on Saturday. I was excited. My husband was excited. I loved this house. I felt it was exactly what we were looking for. I thought for sure our offer would be accepted.
I received a text from my agent about an hour ago saying the seller accepted a different offer.
F#@k! Are we not meant to have a house? A coworker texted me “I guess you weren’t meant to have that house”. But if not that house which one will it be and how long will it take?
I’m trying to stay optimistic. I’m trying to stay hopeful, but damn it, I wish I knew what the future held. I wish I knew what direction is I was suppose to go in. I wish I knew what I was suppose to do next. I wish someone out of nowhere would say “I know his is the perfect house for you. Put a offer on it and it’s yours.”
I wish. I wish. I wish.
I keep seeing butterflies. Butterfies flying in the yard. Butterflies flying past my truck while I’m driving. I even saw a butterfly flying around in the building at work last week. I Googled it and butterflies mean change. That leads me to wonder how my life is going to change. For good or for bad. They have been beautiful monarch butterflies so I hope that means for the good.
If only we could see what the future holds…but then life wouldn’t full of challenges would it? We wouldn’t learn anything and we wouldn’t move forward.
So I guess it’s back to the drawing board. I gotta put on my big girl pants, put myself back out there and go find us a house.
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