Start your morning with these hearty sweet potato waffles. A perfect breakfast for the cooler mornings of fall.
Pending the results of a radon test, we sold our house.
In 3 weeks.
After not expecting to at.all.
The back story on this is that we were starting to look at property to buy to build the house we want to live in for the next 20 years (now that we know we’re staying in NY given Ulysses’ job). But then we were like “well, we don’t even know that we can sell our house so what’s the point in exploring property right now? Let’s throw it on the market and see what happens.”
So we did.
And unlike previous purchases and sales, we were really emotionally detached from this process. We set an asking price, we set a minimum we would accept (not far below asking at all) and we said “ehh, if it sells, it sells.” The house we’re currently in is a great house and we’d be fine staying here if it came to that.
But it didn’t. In 3 weeks we had 7 showings and 1 offer. It was a bit far from the minimum we set but we just told them our bottom line from the get go and they met it. I swear it’s like we were on an episode of house hunters or something because real estate transactions just don’t work out like this unless they’re on tv.
So this is all great and stuff except for that one minor detail of having nowhere to live come 40 days from now.
Enter 5 days of total scrambling, scouring properties online and trying to figure out what our best next (temporary) move is. In all likelihood, we’ll need a place for at least a year as we find property, buy property, get plans, get permits and build a house. If it were up to me, we’d just rent something like normal people. However, my husband likes to make things way more interesting and throw offers on investment/rental properties that need at least a month’s work of renovation before they could pass for “livable”. So that’s where we’re at, most likely buying something with the long term plan of renting it out, but the short term plan of renovating it and living in it.
Want to know what all this means to me?
I’m downsizing my kitchen. Bedrooms? Couldn’t care less what size they are. If they fit a bed they’re good by me. Bathrooms? As long as they’re not all gross and moldy…good. Kitchen? Am I going to have room for my restaurant grade Belgian waffle maker? Because these are the things that matter in life.
If I have to forego these sweet potato waffles for a year of my life due to kitchen size restrictions, I’m going to be pissed because yes, they are that good.