... and three of us are going out.
Last night we finished cleaning out our Lexington Park townhome and locked up for the last time. In a snowstorm. I think the wild weather helped me not to be too sentimental about it at the actual moment of leaving. Still, I was surprised that over the past week, I've been more nostalgic than I thought I would be over selling this place.
We bought #7909 in the fall of 2005 when I changed jobs and moved out of the resident supervisor's apartment at the Institute. At the time, Josh was a full-time student, so our housing budget (well, actually, our entire budget) was pretty tight. We quickly gave up hopes of owning two full bathrooms or a two-car garage. We bought what we could afford, knowing that it wouldn't give us much room to grow. Because of that, we always expected to sell it within a few years.
But we did put a lot of work into making it our own. And we brought our first baby home there. And we lived there for four and a half years. So I guess it's only natural that I was a little sad about leaving.
Today we closed on the place, so it is officially sold. That feels good. We also heard that our short sale offer has moved along to the next step in the process: the negotiating officer. We are hoping that he doesn't want to negotiate much, because we don't have a lot of wiggle room in our offer. We may hear back as soon as next week.