THE house

"She'll be coming 'round the mountain when she comes, (when she comes).


She'll be coming 'round the mountain when she comes, (when she comes).

She'll be coming 'round the mountain, she'll be coming 'round the mountain,

She'll be coming 'round the mountain when she comes, (when she comes)."
 
So last Friday I had my heart set on this duplex in Jersey Shore. Our friendly real estate agent, Dorothy, told us she was having a hard time getting an appointment for us to see the property. In fact Saturday night she wrote me that there was probably competition and she was afraid we wouldn't be able to get in so soon...the listing agent was not getting back to her. I was dishearten. I really want to move. The wicked witch of the West moved two blocks from us a couple months ago and the experience has not been positive at all. I really need my privacy. So, back to the story.
 
Sara was acting up and didn't want to go to sleep. Steve decided to take her on a car ride, and happen to drove by Exchange, a couple miles down the windy /dark road. In other words, perfect Sara's-go-to-sleep refuge. When he brought her back sleeping, he said:
- There was a really nice house for sale on Exchange, we should check it out.
 
So I put Sara to bed, and started my very familiar trip to realtor dot com. Found the house but they were way WAY WAAAAY above our budget. Then I scrolled down a little more and saw two properties that catched my eyes, really close to where I live right now, but in nice areas. The next day I had to play for the Whitehall Church and one of the houses was (literally) across from the church.
 
So Sunday morning, I starred at the house, for while and thought, Hey, there is hope. Very affordable property, in the same area, but still, very affordable. We could actually be debt free in a couple years (not even a mortage,know what I'm saying, like "Duggars-style" debt free!). So I decided to take a drive a different way to see the other property. It was a cult-de-sac, very private property, and when I saw it, I just thought to myself: "That's it, this is my house!". I went back home, got Steve and brought him to see it. He wasn't as entusiastic as I was, but thought it was nice.
 
We went to see the inside of it today and we're putting an offer on it this week. Since this is a repo property we're putting cash in, in hopes that we'll get it. There's a real estate agent coming here tomorrow to do a market analysis so we could give it to the bank... I would love to live there. Now, I now that God might have a different plan for me, and if He does it's ok. I just have a good feeling about this property and would love to live there! My heart is filled with hope. I want that nice little house around the mountain.