It was too good to be true, friends. We went in for our home inspection this morning and stopped the inspector about halfway through because there was just no point in continuing. The roof needed replacing, there were soffits missing the whole way around the house (I don’t know what that means but they are expensive to replace). There were support beams missing in the basement. There were some cracks in the foundation, blah blah blah. I am so totally heartbroken because I was so sure that it was the house for us. How could it not be with the Church just across the road? I feel like such a fool to think that this old, charming house could be just right for us without really considering the amount of work that might need to be done on the place. Luckily we will get our deposit back and will only have to pay for 1/2 of the inspection, but I am so sad. I think I was letting my intense need to get out of apartment living cloud my good judgement and I became too attached to this house.
I guess this Lent really will be about letting go and letting God. Just not in the way I had first imagined. If you could continue to pray for us in all of this I would be so grateful. I am trying to be positive and trust that God has something better for us in mind but I am just afraid that we won’t find something as lovely as that house we just let go of. I’m now going to drown my sorrows in a poutine and some seriously delicious Glazed Pear and Yogurt Cake.