EEEK!!!

 So this happened. 

Little cabin, with a "For Sale" sign in front.

I put the cabin on the market. I had spoken to two Realtors who assured me I could not get more than $285,000. for my cabin which was way less than I believed possible. I finally found a realtor who believed even more than I did. 

I fluffed and repaired and replaced the front storm door and packed and cleaned and did all kinds of minor things that all added up to a major improvement.

Neighbor Bev and I replaced the storm door.  I was pretty proud of us!

My fabulous realtor thought I could get $20,000 more than even I thought. I hesitated. Should we be so bold? Of course we should. Buyers always offer low, we might need to drop the price. If I started low, there would be no wiggle room. I've never heard of countering with a higher price. Certainly not where I live. 

Click here to see my listing!

I figured a sale would take a few months. The cabin was on the market almost one solid year when we bought it. Houses are moving faster now rurally, but still. The cabin has quirks in addition to its fabulous view. 

All houses should have basements. 

This is the most organized mine has ever been. I'll miss it.

No worries. 

Four days later, after 4 showings, the cabin was under contract for $2000 less than asking. 

YIKES! My plan? I did not and still do not have one.   I figured I would cross that bridge when I got to it. I wasn't expecting that bridge to appear in less than a week. Closing date is November 23, three days before Thanksgiving. I will be "Homeless for the Holidays".  I'm pretty sure that is a yet-to-be-produced Hallmark movie. 

Sweet friend has assured me I am welcome at his house. That is my immediate plan.  I will sell most of the cabin furniture as none of it is precious. The grandmother's table and buffet will go to storage along with the the flotsam and jetsam of life that I do not want to part with. The drafting table will need to find a place at friend's house along with the sewing and beading and painting and drawing supplies. Honestly, I have an art supply store packed in boxes already.  

I'm in a bit of a panic about losing my amazing Twin Sisters view but I remind myself that the cabin was never meant to be a full time place. It has served its purpose. It's time for a new chapter. 

What was I thinking? I sold this view?? 

A new house will be in my future. It might not be right away but it will happen. I don't want to just settle for anything. I promised myself once I moved out of suburbia there would be no more cookie cutter houses in my life. I'd love a little Spanish style adobe house, or a bungalow with cottage gardens or even a beach house. Well, maybe on that beach house. There's so much upkeep with the salt air. In my old age there will be a high rise, once there are no large dogs to contend with. 

 But until then, if you know of a great city to move to, let me know. I need a job and a house. Colorado is fabulous but I cannot afford to live here.

Of course, there are hurdles to jump before November 23. Inspections for the house, the well and the septic. I'm not worried about passing any of them but I know there can always be glitches. Cross your fingers nothing major. I'm ready for a new start. 

The septic has been found and is ready for its inspection.

EDITED TO ADD:

Of course, these buyers backed out. Something they didn't like on the inspection. I'm still waiting to see the report. As the sign says, shit happens.