It's really just a waiting game now. Both our broker and the private owned little house told us they'd have an answer by Monday and so therefore we wait. Some of our talks are over new decor and how we don't own a couch but they're filled with little bubbles of hope and excitement to decorate either space. We babble about the pros and cons and giddily plan out having an office and a music room. The other half of our talks are edged with worry. Are we going to have to keep looking? Will anyone accept us? Is this even the right decision or the right time? It's all emotional.
Emotional dialect.
It's still not Monday.
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