Goodbye Farmhouse

As of today, our beloved farmhouse is finally sold.  It seems like it took an eternity.  We started talking to the new owners back in the Fall of 2017. 

It's a fairly amusing story actually. 

Last year, 2017 I'd say that my husband felt the itch.  I'm not sure what the motivation was or how it began. He started browsing real estate websites, sending me links.  In fact, I went to see one of the houses he sent me almost a year ago now. 

At some point, he reached out to one of his cousins who had previously mentioned if we'd ever want to sell, he'd be interested. Turns out this cousin had moved out of state but told us to call his brother.  Steve apparently did. Because one Sunday afternoon, while my husband napped on the couch in his underwear and I was busy doing dishes or laundry or something equally unflattering, this cousin showed up.  On our porch.  To see the house.  At this point in the story, its important to note that I thought the house talk was still just that.  Talk.  And now, here was this young couple I had never met, standing on my front porch, asking to see my house.  To buy my house.  I quite literally closed the door on them, rudely woke up Steve and stormed upstairs to put on a bra.  I left that poor couple standing on the porch not knowing if I was coming back to let them in or not.  Steve eventually put pants on, let them in and showed them the barn while I continued the dishes, laundry, whatever it was.  I pretty much stayed away.  I wasn't happy.  I thought the talk of moving would pass.   At some point I did feel guilty and walked down to the barn and asked the young woman if she'd like to see the house.  That would her domain after all. 

It wouldn't be until April that we'd finally give them that call and say we were ready, we were really going to sell.  When we finally got the word that we could move forward with purchasing our dream property, we immediately called the young couple and gave them notice. 

The closing date for our house continued to get bounced around despite two months notice.  We all agreed we wanted to close by June 1st.  That did not happen.  We didn't close the 7th or the 14th either.  It took all the way til the 22nd to close.  Goodness, what headaches.  For us it was annoying.  But for that young couple, I did feel terrible at times for what hoops they seemed to need to jump through.  Thankfully its finally all done and over with.  I cried.  Heck, I'm still occasionally crying.  When I think of Charlie's height measurements on the kitchen wall or bringing her home from the hospital.  How beautifully my husband crafted each room to match my vision.  I loved that house.  I hope that the new owners appreciate the blood and sweat and love put into that home.