Full of Craps

The home inspection I referenced last week is history. Luckily, the sale of our home is not. Though the buyers asked for $20k in credits (yes, 20 thousand smackers), The Partner did not waver in his belief that they were not entitled to a penny more than $5k. After several rounds of negotiations, the buyers came around. Toward the end of the process, right before consensus was reached, I was convinced that the deal would fall through. It turned into one big gamble and I was completely out of my element at the high stakes craps table.

But the dice rolled in our favor. The Partner still has his pride and now we have our house. Nevermind that there were times during the stress of it all that I would've preferred my own apartment far away from him. I'm sure he felt the same way about me. At least with the new home, we have more square footage and a couple more acres in which to hide from each other next time life, and our inability to communicate about it, rears its wicked head.

So the packing begins.