Every Story Has a Beginning

It is hard to tell you how our move happened so fast without starting from the very beginning.
Remember the story of the red vetted bulbul in our backyard? Sure enough, in an instant, BAM! We had a buyer. But the buyer's offer was contingent upon the sale of their home, which was not a done deal. They had a shaky buyer for their place. So we kept the contingent offer quiet, fully expecting it might fall through. We knew comparable homes to ours had just fallen out of escrow. We did not have our hopes up. We scheduled our home to close two days after their home closed. If our house fell out of escrow, at least my worldly possessions would not be on a boat to California with us still in Hawaii. I mentioned we were doubtful, right?But then Son1's name was drawn at Awanas to keep Cubbie Bear for the week. And I thought...hmmm....could it just be possible that we might be moving? Out of all the kids, what a great time for our child to host Cubbie! It seems silly now that I took Cubbie Bear's visit as a sign that we were moving, but I did.

Time started to tick, and the new buyers opened escrow. They could still walk away from the contract after the home inspection. Within days of opening escrow, prices of homes similar to ours plummeted in a blink. POOF! The potential buyers could have backed out, and bought a similar, less expensive home in our same subdivision. By the grace of God, they did not.
Just a few days later, Hubs left for a two week business trip. That left barely any time when he returned before our packers arrived. So he suggested I call my mom. On a Thursday we invited her to come that Sunday for over two weeks. She helped me with the kids so I could get the house in order to move. I explained that we really could be moving, maybe, possibly, hopefully?!?!? The days were long and I was exhausted. Blogging did not happen. But we managed to squeeze in some last Hawaii fun for my mom....