Yesterday, I successfully negotiated the sale of my house.
The buyers made a low offer. I countered. They countered. I countered again. We went back and forth several times.
I actually haggled, y’all. And I don’t haggle on anything. I felt like such a bad-ass.
And you know what?
MY HOUSE IS OFFICIALLY UNDER CONTRACT!!
I was euphoric about this for several hours, because man, I am so excited about starting over in a new (smaller) space, just me and my girls, and building our own little life, just the three of us.
Then the euphoria wore off when I realized: holy crap I have no place to live. And I have to plan a move in less than a month.
So, yeah. Now I’m panicking.
But hey, as long as I’ve got these two with me?
We can go live in a van down by the river for all I care. We’re gonna be just fine.