Earlier this summer, Drew and I decided to put our house on the market. We really loved our home but there were a few things we wanted to change, plus with interest rates being so low, we thought it might be the right time to look for something new. I must admit I had some reservations about even trying to sell our house with the economy being so crazy right now. We decided if someone offered us what we were asking, then it was meant to be, and we'd sell. If not, no worries, we'd just stay put. Well after about two months and not so much as an offer, we decided we'd take it off the market at the end of June. What do you know but the last week in June, we got an offer. After a little negotiating (and what seemed like a lot of waiting around), we accepted the offer and a couple weeks later officially sold our first house.
So then we were officially homeless. Yes, even as I type this I think to myself that Drew and I might just be insane. We have temporarily set up home in Drew's hometown of Vicksburg. We're actually living in his great-grandparent's house that was built in 18 something or other. It has stayed in the family all these years. Our backyard overlooks the Mighty Mississippi.
Not a bad view, right?
The view may be great, but I've told Drew not to get any crazy ideas - this Vicksburg thing is TEMPORARY. We've decided we want to build our next house, so we're in the process of reviewing plans, meeting with the builder and trying to get the ball rolling. It looks like we'll be here for a few months. Not really sure what to expect, but I'm trying to just relax and enjoy the view.
