in my most recent post, i wrote about the striking comparison between finding (and losing) a great house to finding (and losing) a great guy. i lamented over our recent "break up" in which our offer on a house was not accepted because mommy and daddy warbucks came in with a non-contingent offer. i was seriously devastated because i felt so sure that this was the right house for us.
i shamefully admit that i threw a pretty decent pity-party, and have slowly tried to recover. however, despite all my efforts... i could not move on. everyone kept telling me that "it just must not be the house for us." i pouted and told them "buuuuut, yes it definitely was."
after praying for a miraculous intervention from the God who knows all things before the engineer's inspection... the original warbucks deal fell through. apparently the roof needs work, and since the fickle buyer was not truly devoted and committed to choosing love, even in the hard times, they backed out. the house is now back on the market. and i am back in the full swing of being in l-o-v-e.
tom, on the contrary, is back to having chest pains over the decision.
yet, in the midst of the major-decision-anxiety, even tom feels that this is supposed to be our house.
sooooooooo... we are in the "make-up" phase of our relationship with this house. we are re-approaching the relationship with a little more caution this time, taking time to evaluate where we both went wrong. we are trying to start fresh, letting our past be in the past. i am just trying to keep my mind clear of the ugly reality that another woman walked through that house and planned where she would hang her pictures. tom is foreseeing every possible expense and is overcompensating by re-brewing coffee grounds to eek out one extra weak cup.
we can't exactly say where this relationship is going to go... but, if i have my way, we'll be wed and living together by november. i don't want to rush it, but mama ain't losin' a good man twice.