When HOPE breaks…

Well things have been pretty busy around here. Let me back up a few weeks since my last post.

Let’s start off with the fact that our realtor decided to let us go. To give her some credit, we started to look in areas she was unfamiliar with, so she asked us to find a new realtor and if we returned to her area to contact her.

Thanks to some wonderful friends and recommendations we found a new realtor very quickly. We wasted no time and provided her with our list.

Well, to get an idea of the type of houses we were interested in, she started to send us houses! You see, this rarely happened with our other realtor, so I knew we were off to a great start.

The morning before I went house hunting with my new realtor, it happened.  My hope ring that I’ve worn practically every day since this happened



REALLY?? Really?!?!?! My hope ring broke and I break into tears. My hope broke!! MY HOPE BROKE!! Right in half!

GAH! So, I wore this necklace instead:

Which I have no doubt that God himself was with us that day. Which ultimately lead to this…



To add more symbolism into this post, we found out our offer was accepted on the same day we closed on our Denver house 7 years ago.

So for the last few weeks I’ve kept it a secret because I didn’t want to jinx the inspection or my chances. Not that my blog would change the outcome, but I think there were enough signs in this situation, don’t you?

We close September 20th and I fly back to Denver on September 25th to pack our stuff into a PODS type thing. Then we’re packing up the pups into our Honda Accord and driving across country. We plan on moving in as a family first week of October.

I’ll post and share photos of the house once I (legally) can, but at the moment I will share this: 3 bedrooms, 2 baths, full walk-out basement and almost on an acre worth of land. 10 minutes from the train station and although an hour away from work, I don’t mind because I don’t have to drive in traffic. It’s an outdated ranch, but definitely livable.  Does this house sound familiar or WHAT?

I can’t wait to fly back to Denver to show you the progress Mr. P has made on our Denver home while I’ve been in Massachusetts. Oh and for those who have asked, yes, we are keeping our Denver house and renting it out.

So, after all of this, what have I learned?

When HOPE breaks…you get POWER!

Much Love,


7 thoughts on “When HOPE breaks…

  1. Such excellent news for you. It’s not bad at all to take the train. Great way to keep up your reading and blogging. I miss commuting, strange as it sounds. I have a bag if car CDs specially made by me. Before that it was tapes. Loved to hear them


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