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That time we sold our house.

Porch, Charlotte, and I are excited to share that we are moving!  If you follow us on Facebook, you know that we put our house up for sale on Thursday.  By Saturday afternoon, we had 3 offers on the table and we accepted!  I can't even begin to express our shock, our joy, our excitement, and our nervousness about the months ahead.

We put an offer on a house closer to my new job as Charlie attends the center and being closer means that Porch can drop her off on my early shift (6am-3pm) and pick her up on my late shift (9:30-6:30pm) so Charlie isn't spending all of her waking hours in child care.  We're ridiculously excited, yet cautious.

The new house has 4 bedrooms, 2.5 bathrooms and is begging for a series of updates.  There are a number of projects that await us but we're so excited to call this new place home and to make it into something that's truly ours.  A home we can grow into.  A home we can share with our family over the years and create traditions in.  Pending inspection.  ;)

You can look forward to our posts about packing (boy have we learned a thing or two over the years), moving with a toddler (PRAY FOR US), and settling into the suburban lifestyle.



Cheers!
Los Porchs

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  1. I love the new house. It is absolutely stunning. With small kids around, I can't imagine a better place to raise your children- the safe and charming environment is exactly what the kids love. It also sounds a great idea to sell the home in the future. Houses in suburban areas have some of the best resale values!

    Doyle Hunt @ Real East Van

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  2. This is such delightful news. I want to offer my sincerest best wishes on the sale of your home. I hope that the new house will bring you all that want and allow you to have the life that you need. I am so pleased to hear that you have sold your house and achieved this goal.

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