Okay, so I have like a second to post, so here goes:
The inspector, who looked like he was twelve (a cute twelve, but twelve none the less) found a few issues with our house.
Have you ever seen Sponge Bob? The one where Squidward is trying to sell his house and Sponge Bob pretends to be him when the realtor show up to see the house? Well, it goes something like this:
"The roof leaks, the floor creaks, there's a terrible draft. The winters are hard, the summers are brutal. There's a giant man eating crab in the backyard..."
Okay, not really, but he did find some issues with the roof and with the windows (which are new!). It was very maddening and I honestly thought I was going to have to put Beloved down because he was so out of sorts and driving me NUTS!
The good news is that the Seller is terribly upset. She paid a lot of money to have a new roof put on and new windows because she knew she was going to sell. Thankfully she is on board and is going to get things ship shape.
So, we are still moving!
Moving into our own little home!
Twenty-six days folks!
What was most interesting about the inspection is how both Beloved and I noted new things. Things that needed to be painted, pulled up, or repaired. We hadn't noticed that the inside really needs painting. Nor had we noted the nasty, white, shag carpeting in the master bedroom.
There are things to be done and the glasses are off, but baby we are moving in twenty-six days!