Sand in my Shoes

Girl is home for the week. Originally, I had taken the entire week off as well, however the surprise we're now purchasing a home popped up, so I decided to just take a few days. We had to change our plans of staying over a few nights. First we decided to stay one night, instead of two. Then I had to tell Girl we couldn't stay over at all.

Sorry Girl!

Instead, she and I went for the day. It was a great day!

Highlights of our trip included:

Freezing on the beach as the cold Oregon wind beat down upon us.
Driving 20 miles just to find a Dutch Bros.
Walking past a dead seal and not realizing it until we retraced our steps.
Talking, talking, talking.
Realizing the water was warm, then cold and spending on hour on the beach.
Eating at Mo's and listening to the Grandma type lady next to us nag her grandsons.
Photographing Girl posing as King of the woorrrlllddd!

I'm so glad we had the chance to get away. This house business is so stressful. SO.STRESSFUL.

We took Girl over to the house so she could see that it wasn't the shack she thought it might be. It was better than she thought it would be, whatever that means. But we learned some things in the disclosure of the seller that made Marisa the Marvelous, Beloved, and I scratch our heads.

Is there trouble on the horizon?

I admit, I'm getting cold feet. I'm worried about the house being a money pit. I'm worried the short sale bank will say, "NO!" to our offer. I'm worried we won't get it. I'm worried we will.

It's a lot to deal with and I don't mean to whine, but I guess I already did.

I wish I was back at the beach, sand in my shoes, sun on my face, wind chilling me to the bone, and no worries in sight.