Okay. I have used this term again and again, and once the “reason” comes it all makes sense.

But now, today, this week – I really just want “the reason” or the “happening” to change.

We have been house hunting. We are having a hard time finding the right place. A home that is big enough for all of us, with a spare room for hubby and I to work from home. Something with enough outdoor space for us to grow food, and keep our critters.

Nothing extreme – but something with a little “something-something” to it.

We found it. And we offered. And they didn’t respond. The offer died.

So we puffed up our chest and kept looking.

There was one on my list from months ago that hubs wouldn’t look at. He didn’t like it via the pics on mls. I tricked him last week and made him drive by.

Duh, he liked it. We went to see it . . he loved it. We all loved it.

Like, a lot.

So, an offer goes in. No messing around. We offered darn close to asking and made all sorts of amendments in the sellers favor.

And guess what . . . no response. The offer dies. And why you ask? If the price was right and the dates were flexible? Why on earth would someone who is selling their house refuse the only offer they get?
Well folks. The seller wanted a year to close. 12 months to adjust to selling the house.

I can’t do that – could you?

We have been hoping she would change her mind, come to her senses, see the light . . . anything. I have been stressed, and frustrated. Baffled.

But no. She isn’t changing her mind.

Maybe she will in a few months when no other offers come in (the 12 months is now a condition of purchase) or maybe another house will come and steal our heart away.

And I know- first world problems right. Suck it up . . , but argh.

Today, I am just tired of the whole thing. If there is a reason, and yes, I know there is, I want it.  I would like to know. I want to know it is going to work out and that our home will come. I want to plant, and set down literal and figurative roots. And I have this deep rooted fear. Fear that the reason is that we aren’t done moving. Fear that we aren’t supposed to be here.

My always pessimistic hubby came up with this though. He said, “maybe this is a test”  Maybe it is just a test, helping us to confirm we DO want to be here.

Yes- the cup half empty guy saw the positive in it. He didn’t give up because of a few bumps the universe threw at us.  He is still bouncing around, trusting that this will all work out.

So, maybe that is the reason.  Maybe this process and these “failures” are for him to be able to commit and fight for staying here.

If that’s what it is universe . . . we got it.  We figured it out.  Now, please send us a place to set our dreams down, a home to sink our roots.

please?