Spit, spit, spit, sign of horns
There were five offers (!!!) on the house, all above asking price.
We accepted the best one last night, and I floated a foot above the ground all day long.
I dare not go into detail, or even celebrate too much (there is still, after all, the inspection to get through)–but oh, my god, to have this behind us? It’s a bigger milestone, in several ways, than the actual divorce.
If everything goes according to plan, we close in a month.