Colors from our garden
By Angie Quantrell @AngieQuantrell
Go on vacation, buy an RV trailer.
Go to see my friends, the hubby sells the house.
The rest of the story . . .
When we sold our first home, I was at a conference in New Mexico with some wonderful ladies. Kevin repeatedly called me, updating the news and asking questions. Finally, his calls took on a list-like look.
“Honey, I sold the fridge.”
“Honey, I sold the boat.”
“Honey, I sold the . . .”
In desperation, I turned to my ladies, who were totally tuned in to the situation. “I’ve got to get home before he sells the kids!”
Many, many years later, the story is similar.
Last week was vacation. We enjoyed a few days with my cousin. We shopped for RVs but didn’t find one we could live in for any length of time. We discussed in great detail EVERY single option of selling our home and finally beginning our bucket list plan to build a small home. And I mean EVERY detail.
After returning home, we made an appointment with our realtor to ask questions and prepare to sell. That was Thursday.
The following Monday we met again and listed the house. The signs went up and photos were taken.
Tuesday was the realtor walk through day, so I loaded up the cats and headed to the other Quantrell’s for most of the day. Not only did several realtors visit our home, we had a showing with a different realtor. Just as I was putting quiche in the oven, we received a text for another showing. We quickly ate, grabbed the cats, and vacated the premises.
On Wednesday, I headed to visit college friends, leaving Kevin in charge of the home selling adventure. Kevin was texted for yet another showing. This one lasted almost 2 hours.
On Thursday morning, we received an offer! After another already scheduled showing later that day, paperwork was completed, and we accepted the offer for our home.
Guess where I was? Not at home. I was with friends on the other side of the mountains. Texts flew back and forth.
“We got an offer.”
“We are meeting to discuss the deal.”
“You need to sign these papers.”
I really need to not leave my husband at home alone! There’s no telling what he is planning on selling next . . .
Providing all goes well with the various sale-of-home proceedings, we will soon be living the RV life.
I guess that means we really are old Nana and Papa grandparents. (And we love it!)