There’s not turning back. The offer is “out there” now. Better still – our current house isn’t even on the market. Nope. Not even ready to show. We are idiots, but have this insane faith that it will sell fast (after we get things up to par to show — like clean our clutter, minimize, spruce up, Martha-Stewart-ize the joint). Sadness, stress, joy, anxiety, confusion prevail and consume. Pray we can pull it all together by this weekend (finish painting the kitchen, store away things, trim and clean up the yard, wash the house a bit). How in the world did this happen so fast?