Our friend and his future wife (and his dad and her mom) came to look at our house tonight.
I have to admit it. I have very mixed emotions about that, for the simple fact that I was walking around giving people a tour of MY home. The place that I have always considered My Dream Home. I adore this house, I have since the night we were driving around looking at Christmas lights and found it: brand new, never lived in, and for sale.
Yes, he’s a long time friend of ours; I have known him since I was 17 years old, he was a member of our wedding party. Truth be told, I’d much rather sell this place to him and know he’ll take care of it (and let me come visit for nostalgia’s sake every now and then!) than to just anybody who walks in and puts down an offer. He’s already getting the loan approval done this week, and they all really seemed to like the house. (I think they especially liked the good sized bathrooms, all the cabinet space in the kitchen, the huge closets, and the ginormous backyard.
All the things that made me fall in love with this place.