Well, so it goes. We were this-close to being able to get our dream house without selling our house first, but in the end it wasn't meant to be. My realtor told me there were 5 offers on the house yesterday and I guess it'd have been really unlikely that we'd have gotten it, anyway. I was horribly crushed for about 3 hours yesterday; tears, anger, hating my current house, the works. Then I remembered that I am one of the luckiest people on earth, and I do mean that literally. Anyone of us who has the love and support of friends and family, a safe place to live, who has a job, who lives in a country with clean water and health care...we're incredibly lucky. It's good to remind myself of this often. It's okay to have a good cry and wail at the "injustices" in my own little world, but that's just it. They're not injustices, at worst they're just bad luck. You take the time to address them, hopefully learn something from them, and then move on.
What am I taking from this experience? So far (hey, it's only been 16 hours...) I'm looking at this as a lesson in Preparedness (fix up and sell my house before looking at others) and Patience (the right house will come along at the right time.)
Also...don't check the MLS!
A big thank you to all of my friends and family who were supportive, helpful and kind to me this week, especially Miss Scarlet, my aunt Laura, my dad and brother, my friends Jen and Eddy, Lil' A, Rebecca, Francine and Grant. I'm lucky to have you!