Glutton for Punishment

Got some news on Friday that is making us think we may not get this house the “easy” way.  If living in our camper for six (nearly seven) weeks is the “easy” way, I don’t know if I’m up for the hard way.  It put me in quite a tail spin Friday.  I was what one would call “fragile” all day…

Knowing we have no “Plan B“, we decided to look around at other options.  I thought that maybe we needed to find a brand new house somewhere that we could just move into and fuggedabout all this old house restoration crap.  We drove around 6 or 7 neighborhoods in 2 different cities trying to convince ourselves we could live in a neighborhood in a nice new house.  We found out that we just couldn’t do it.  We decided we would fight for this house until someone else was moving into it and it was really off the table.  Then, we would find another old house on acreage and fight for that house until we found the right house.

Why, I wonder, do we love old houses so much?  Are we glutton for punishment?  Masochistic?  Perhaps.  Certainly feels like it lately.  We should have some news on this house by the end of the week.  Fingers crossed that it is good news and that I’ll be revealing a closing date instead of the date we are moving our camper to the camp ground!