It looks like our house in San Diego may finally be selling. I know, don't count my chickens. . .But I am really excited that we have a bona fide accepted offer. Now I feel like doing what the kids do - and what really annoys me on the receiving end: "Oh, please, oh, please, opleaso!" As if annoying God will get me my way.
I have mixed feelings. We desperately need the money. Holding two mortgages is not my idea of a fun time. And everyone seems to agree that the real estate market has not finished crashing yet. So it is exciting to be on the verge of financial solvency.
On the other hand, I am mourning a bit. I guess it's far less likely that we will be returning to California. Not that we couldn't go back. It seems final, somehow. I hope we will need to fly back to sign papers so that I can say goodbye and hug my friends. I do miss them very much.
But I know that we are where we want to be for now. Yes, it's frozen solid under three inches of ice from the last storm. But it's home. And it's really strange but I like it here.
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