So, this weekend was the big house hunting weekend in Columbus, OH. The weekend was very successful and we now feel pretty confident we found the house that we will call home in Columbus. However, like everything else we do, it can't be that simple. There has to be a story behind it. So, here goes:
We arrived in Columbus on Friday and met with our wonderful realtor Charlene. She was amazing the whole time. We completely put our trust in her since neither one of us had done this before. She took care of us like we were her own children and for that we are so appreciative. Once we met Charlene, we loaded up and started the hunting. We probably looked at no less than 10 houses on Friday. We were not really impressed with many of them until the last 2. The first one that we really liked was on a short sale which meant that since it was bank owned the purchase was complicated and we probably wouldn't even know if we got the house for several months. The last house that we looked at that afternoon was the one we fell in love with. It seriously had all the amenities we were looking for in a house and we loved the neighborhood and proximity to Stuart's new office. So, we put that one at the top of our list and decided to sleep on it.
That night we talked about how we wanted to go visit this wonderful little brownie shop that had appeared on the Food Network at one time. Stuart had been there before but couldn't quite remember where it was. I just so happened to be flipping through a magazine all about Columbus and it mentioned the brownie shop and gave the address. The address sounded familiar and I realized it couldn't be that far from that last house we had looked at. We both committed that to memory for the next afternoon and enjoyed a nice dinner with one of Stuart's coworkers and her husband that evening.
The next morning we met with Charlene again and visited a few more houses. Even after seeing those houses, we still couldn't shake the feeling that the final house we had visited the day before was perfect for us. Charlene so graciously offered to take us back to that house to have another look so we could look at it with new eyes and make sure we hadn't imagined how much we liked it. As we were pulling into the neighborhood, I pointed out the street that I thought the brownie shop was on. Sure enough, we passed right by it on our way into the neighborhood. As we started walking around the house, I walked out onto the back deck. And that's when I saw it. The property of this house backs right up to the brownie shop. I quickly exclaimed to all who would hear me "This is a sign from God!!" So, we went back to Charlene's office to write an offer. On Sunday we learned that we had received a counter offer and we accepted. So, the hope now is that we will close on the house at the end of June.
Stuart was nervous at first that maybe this house was too good to be true (not because of the brownie shop, but because it has everything we want). That thought never went through my mind. I know that we have been praying for things to resolve themselves for quite sometime and I know that others have been praying for us. We feel that this was a part of God's plan for us. There were many signs along the way, we just had to take a moment and listen. One of the greatest lessons we have learned on our journey together is that God speaks to us in many ways. In the past 4 months, we have definitely learned to listen more intently and trust him whole-heartedly. That has not been an easy lesson to learn and sometimes it takes a major life event (or several) before one can fully grasp that concept. We are learning. We are listening. We are thankful for the blessings that God continues to pour out upon us.
The excitement we feel is bittersweet. We have always dreamed of a new house that we could pick out together. We never dreamed that new house would be in another state and that we'd be leaving our comfort zone to get it. We are nervous and apprehensive about leaving our church family and friends. We are excited for God's plans for us to be revealed.
TTFN