Pfinders Keepers

So when Ryan and I bid on this little house in Pflugerville, we were told not to get our hopes up. The home was a foreclosure and quite reasonably priced, but as foreclosures go, part of the messy process of working with the bank. We were told we would likely be competing with other bidders, and even with the ball rolling there would be no guarantees. We bid anyway, knowing fully well I wouldn't be sleeping that night. We're not sure what happened in the days to follow. The house seemed like a steal, but no other bidders? We could only chock it up to complete lack of traffic; a few clumsy snapshots of the home as it was listed beautifully and tragically misrepresented its full potential. Admittedly, the place only made it to our tour due to a happy accident in the form of Ryan's optimism. It seemed to be ours from the start.
The bank took a solid three weeks (as opposed to the usual day or two) to get to the point of the final signature, but as of today, we are officially under contract! We close August 19th -Ryan and Leslie style- not a moment to spare. Did 'not getting our hopes up' involve spending the last three weeks terminating our current apartment lease, leaving us homeless if the thing didn't go through? Already deciding where each piece of furniture is going to go? Picking up paint samples and landscaping magazines? It's hard to say. At any rate, you are looking at the place that will finally be home to a growing flock of girls, their flighty but imaginative mother, and a creative mad scientist/part time student at the head. Pflugerville, who would have thought?