This morning Anita and I went and closed on our house here in Georgia. We are no longer Georgia residents, home owners, worried about the front yard grass or trying to remember if we put "that box" in the attic. I am a little sad. This was our first house purchase. This was the house that Savannah Grace celebrated every Christmas in, Rylee was brought home to, we celebrated birthdays, holidays and the neighborhood where Savannah Grace learned to swim.
Alas, all good things must come to an end. We did have a couple of surprise costs at the closing so we didn’t make as much money as we had hoped. But considering the market, the fact that we moved out less than four months ago, never put a penny down outside of regular payments and we’re walking away with money in hand I’d say that God has most definitely taken care of us.
There is also some solice knowing that the young couple (yes, younger than us) that purchased our house are a sweet Christian, newlywed couple and this is their first home as well. We had to swing by the house after the closing to pick up one last thing and found the new owners sitting in the living room floor eating Chick-fil-a. If it weren’t for the hideous U of Florida tag on their car I’d think we were looking at another version of us.