This Is The Place

This is the place.

The place we were when the 11yr. anchor was cut from our neck.

So long little yellow house. You served your purpose.

It was a real nail-biter. The seller's lender was in no hurry to look at our buyer's loan resulting in a couple of extensions. Even as we were packing our bags to head out of town the deal was hanging by a thread. We hired an attorney to act for us, crossed our fingers and gave the buyer one last shot. The day before the last deadline we got word that the loan was approved, but we still sat tight. Sometime when we were floating down the river the papers were signed. No more worries about the garage blowing over, the furnace fizzing out or the roof caving in on our little yellow house. And more amazing, it sold for the exact amount that we bought it.

This is our miracle.