Saturday afternoon we went through the by now all too familiar routine of getting the house ready to show. (Poor Fergus and Jenny are going to spend the rest of their doggy lives thinking that every time we get the vacuum cleaner out it means they need to get in their crates because they are going for a ride in the car.) There wasn't anything that indicated this showing was any different than the other fourteen that have taken place since we put the house on the market, other than we thought they might have looked a bit longer than most. Yes, we spy.
Then Saturday night the phone rang, and it was our realtor saying there was an offer. I have to confess I had all but given up hope that the house was going to sell, so I spent the first couple minutes of the call not even hearing what she said due to the shock. So here's the thing. The reason I'm saying I am cautiously announcing the offer is because it isn't a done deal.
It is still subject to the house passing an inspection. Now the house is only ten years old, and other than the appliance curse has no problems that we know of. But now I find myself worrying about problems we might not know about. What if the house inspector finds termites? Or a leak we aren't aware of, and because we aren't aware of it, it has eaten away part of a wall? Or worse, a dead body buried under the storage room? (Okay, maybe the last one isn't all that realistic. I just finished reading a murder mystery last night.)
It is also subject to the buyer getting financing. Now I would like to assume that people who have driven all the way from Alberta to look for a house in Kamloops wouldn't waste their time by making an offer on a house they can't afford. But life has taught me that making assumptions has a way of getting a person in trouble.
Not one to turn away a good opportunity to worry, this morning I was met with a new one to add to my list. In the early hours as I headed out to the gym I glanced over at the neighbours and could not believe it. Now their house is up for sale! My immediate thought was oh no, the people who put the offer on our house are going to find out the one next door is for sale and want it instead. That thought followed me to the gym, and hasn't let go while I am here at the coffee shop writing this post. The subject removal date for the buyers is May 30, which gives me over a week to remain in a state of paranoia.
Knitting is such a great way to counter worry. So, as you can probably imagine, there's been a fair amount of knitting going on. This cute little hat was knit for a friend's baby, born earlier this month. Serendipity, knit with Spud & Chloe Outer. Details here.