Update!

Okay, Life has been CRAAAZY!

Since my last post, 1 week ago, we have had science reports, dance recitals, school graduation,

cleaned our house 4 x for showings, sold our house, signed the contracts,

went to Lake Powell with friends,

found out the house sell fell thru,

and today I showed my house 2x again.

Oh and Sonny took off to St George for work.

Holy Crudiola! It has been a lot,

and this girl is feeling 

tired.

So the whole house thing??

Basically, the first couple to walk thru made a full price offer the next day.

We accepted.

We signed papers, I asked our realtors (with tears in my eyes)

"So it's normal to feel a little sick to your stomach when you sell your house right? Right???"

Their answer (looking at eachother, then at me) "No. People are always excited. ?"

Oh. good. Just checking. :}

They left.

I cried.

for 3 hours.

Not a good little weep either, It was the full blown snot bubble cry.

Poor Sonny didn't know what to do. 

I couldn't even talk.

It just all felt so weird to think that in 45 days my home would not be mine any longer.

Instead we would be living in a rental somewhere in St George searching to find a neighborhood

that would feel right...

But how will anything feel right compared to this little corner of the world?

We love it here.

We have tiny little knocks on our house all day long asking for the kids to play.

Of the 8 houses on our street, 5 have kids the same ages and all are great families who we love to hang out with.

It's paradise.

Potlucks every 1st Sunday of the month, Halloween carnivals, Flashlight easter egg hunts, 4th of july parades, water parties every weekend (seriously throw down a slip n slide in front yard = 30 kids swarming in about 10 minutes!)

It's so great.

I know that I probably sound so negative, and I really don't mean to.

I just also think that it would be a little naive to believe that we will ever be able to find/replace

this neighborhood, 

because we can't.

I mean where are we going to find another street where a neighbor face paints the kids for free??

Seriously, We have a lady just behind us who sits outside and face paints weekly.

I know. Amazing. (no not weird at all.)

BTW, Lulu's favorite thing in the whole world? get her face painted.

Haha. Okay that may be a stretch. We can live without the face paint.

Anyways, bottom line is that this is home.

And it is hard to imagine feeling like somewhere else can feel the same way.

But I know it can and I know it will.

So anyways, I mourned that night and then the next morning I put my big girl pants on

and decided it was time to accept it. (Afterall, what did I expect putting the sign up in the first place...I should have always known that it was a possibility that we would actually sell.)

We left to Powell and got a call the 2nd night that the buyers couldn't get out of a lease agreement

and they had to pull.

They were pretty bummed and I feel bad for them,

but I would be lying if I didn't admit that I also felt a little relief.

I just need a teeny bit more time here.

I gotta say goodbye.

And it aint going to be easy.

THe End.

*And yes, I know that it always takes me 20 sentences to say what I could have said in 1.

I'm wordy. Can't help it.