I mentioned a few weeks ago that Andrew and I had fallen in love with a beautiful mid century home. We put an offer in hours after the original owners accepted another buyer. We were beyond heartbroken, but held out hope that we would somehow get the house of our dreams. After an agonizing few weeks - it seemed that the house was not destined to be ours. Of course neither one of us could stop thinking about it. The Monday I got back from the Photo Field Trip - we got a call from our agent. The house had fallen through with the original buyer and we needed to make another offer. I started crying and screaming at the same time. I couldn't believe that this big, beautiful house that I loved with all of my heart - was ours. To be honest, I still can't believe it. Thank you to everyone for listening to me go on and on about this house. Thank you to all of you that said a prayer or lit a candle for us. Thank you to the few that actually talked to the house with me. I truly believe that it was meant to be.
* we haven't "officially" become the new owners yet as we are still in escrow- so please send good thoughts our way.
* for the record, I do actually feel bad for the original buyer. Especially if they loved it as much as us. I hope that they find something equally as cool.
