Big news!

We put in an offer on a house over the weekend. We haven't heard anything yet, but we're on pins and needles.

It's an 1890's Philadelphia-style, brick row house (end unit) with a small yard, lots of windows and loads of charm. It needs some work, but not more than we can handle (hopefully).

I just talked to our agent and she reported that the seller is out of the country now and that she'll keep us posted. Meanwhile, I'll just be barfing nervously into any available receptical.

Sweet God!

Yesterday when I was signing the offer form, I was actually weeping from the nerves. Everything feels right about this place, so I'm not nervous about that part, it's just the whole thing is so big and scary and I'm a human.