Jumping for joy.

So, in the past few weeks, my husband and I have decided on something. We wanted to move houses. Now, this was for a variety of reasons.

1. The sheer lack of space in our home. Our house is so cluttered with things from my old house and Hubby's things that he never unpacked and the unrelenting flow of toys that people keep giving us that we honestly do not have room for anything.
2. We're out in the middle of nowhere. It's two hours away from my parents, his parents and an hour (at least) to get into town. The nearest grocery store is only 20 minutes away from here, which isn't so bad, but with gas getting as expensive as it is, it would be nice to live closer.
3. Our neighbor is freaking annoying. He's completely destroyed the yard. And he and his wife will get drunk and start yelling or blaring Lynard Skynard. Oh yeah, and his friends who will park in the middle of the street and lay on the horn at 3 a.m. Or just pull up our drive way and park in our yard instead.

And the list goes on and on.

We've gone out and searched for houses, and we came across one that we both really like. And don't have to worry about being close, because it's literally a 7 minute walk from that house to his parents house and only 45 minutes to my parents house. I loved it, Hubby loved it, Little Miss loved it, even Mother-In-Law and Brother-In-Law liked it. We just needed someone to buy our house first.

Well, today, I check my e-mail to find one from a person who's interested in buying our house. I pretty much ran through the house announcing that someone wanted to buy it. Hubby is excited too and told me to e-mail them back, which I did, of course.

Now we wait. I hope person follows through. I am ridiculously excited to move. 

So pardon me, I have to get back to designing and decorating the new house on Pinterest.