Swimming in inevitability, I formally accepted the offer on our property today, contingent upon us finding another home, as well as reasonable time to move. The person who wants the property has been after it for years, so I doubt he’ll suddenly say no, you have to sell and move right now. Char and I saw several more houses today and took the kids to see two more, and we all agree that the one that sits with all of us is one we took the kids to see yesterday.

Before making an offer I wanted a little more information; the house is listed as a short sale and carries with it the potential to be a protracted sale process. But our Realtor pulled up the records on it, and the seller is only asking 10 grand less than what he owes. It appears that it was originally listed high enough for payoff, but the only offer received was well below asking. What’s owed is directly in line with other homes in the area that have sold; I’m of a mind to make an offer that would bypass the annoyance of waiting months for an answer from his lender that might be no.

Char and I will probably decide tomorrow; the kids were clamoring for me to pick up the phone and call the Realtor before close of business today, but I doubt someone else will buy it before we finalize a decision.

Once we’ve moved, I hope that’s the last big thing that will happen this year. We seem to go in cycles, years without incident, and then months crammed with unwanted drama. I’m ready for quiet.