June 19, 2006

MONDAY, JUNE 19TH 2006

HOLDING MY BREATH.

We have an offer. Not a fabulous offer, but a decent one, at least not a total low-ball. I'm not sure who wants to buy the house, the people who made the offer have been here three times and each time with no fewer than six family members. But considering how expensive a home is in Miami, in comparison to salaries, I guess it might take six people to pay the mortgage.
I called the attorney four times on Friday hoping that she could draw up a counter and we could get this process moving quickly, no matter what the outcome, but she was doing closings all day so the best I can hope for is to speak with her today and be able to hand over a written counter offer by the end of the day. We'll see if the ball is still in play by Tuesday evening. I'm actually more stressed out now that there's an offer. I still haven't finished all the details for moving the snake, I haven't gotten rid of all of the crap we're not taking with us, haven't finished getting our paperwork together, going through all of our photos or putting the 1100 or so CDs in the new cases.
Oh crap, what if they get the counter offer and tell me to 'stick it'? Then what? I'm getting a migraine just thinking about all of this. I feel like I'm waiting for a meteor to hit. Will it? Won't it? How bad will it be? How long will it last? Ugh.
I'm going to dig up the rest of the Valium. I think I'm gonna need it.