Limbo.

That's where our life is right now: Limbo. At times I'm annoyed by it, but for the most part I'm keeping busy and trying to keep the anxiety at bay while we wait.

Our house: We got a decent offer last week. It was lower than we wanted, but we countered with our bottom line and told the other agent we were firm on our price. The buyer came back to look at the house with her contractor, and then ultimately decided to accept our counter. Since she is a cash buyer, the only contingency is inspection. The inspection happened on Tuesday of this week, and she also had a sewer scope done. Following the inspection she asked for an extension on the inspection time frame so that she could get a separate chimney inspection done (that happened today). We have been optimistic that nothing serious (or expensive) was found in the initial inspection or else she would not have hired another inspector for the chimney, but who knows. We have yet to hear back from them to find out if they have a list of concessions they want us to fix or reduce the price for. We realize with a 100 year old house, there are going to be things wrong. We have a dollar figure in mind that we are willing to contribute for concessions, but we aren't going below that. Yes, we'd like to sell the house and move closer to Mr.P's work, P5's therapy, our church, our friends - but we aren't desperate to sell and since we will be losing money, we have a limit to how much we are willing to lose.

Our plan B if the deal falls through: We will stay and try to sell the house next spring. We discussed the idea of a rent swap (renting our house out and renting elsewhere) but that seemed too complicated. Last week when we were awaiting word if our counter offer was accepted, I felt a ton of anxiety. I kept trying to calm myself down by deep breathing, prayer, and uplifting music. I'm anxious for what will happen - but also at peace with whatever happens. Yes I will be disappointed, but our house is our home that we have made our own for the last 6 years - it can still be our home. I'll be sad that P5 won't have access to the best special ed preschool program, but we can always increase the amount of time he is doing private therapy (which is going so well).

I've always had faith that things will work out, and I still have faith that they will.