So, our prospective Virginia buyer finally fell through. I must snark: the deal went south because our bathroom is not wheelchair compliant and the cost of making it so was what tipped her over the edge. And here’s the kicker: she’s not in a wheelchair, just merely “planning for future contingencies”. Good luck finding an old house friendly to a wheelchair! We can barely get Cate’s exersaucer through the doorways let alone a wheelchair.
Moving on: we listed our house on Monday with a fabulous real estate agent here in Redlands (thanks Bob!) and as of this afternoon, we already have a serious offer. I am trying to coax my mind into a “cautiously optimistic mode” rather than a “wildly ecstatic mode”. It’s not going well. Regardless of what happens with the house, God is good all of the time.