(Is it you guys? Did you collectively pool your money just to put my pathetic self out of my misery? So that I can write a post that doesn't have the words "realt*r" and "woe" and "misery" in it? And Chris can go back to just being Chris instead of the White Stallion?)
I'm visualizing happy things.
I'm visualizing a full-price purchase agreement. I'm visualizing writing the final m*rtgage payment. I'm visualizing handing the keys over. I'm visualizing Matthew McConaughey's glistening body running down the beach and...oh, wait. Wrong fantasy.
I'm visualizing the end result: us living in a home we love in a city we love near our family.
We just faxed our counter offer.
Now we wait.