As you know we made an offer on a short sale, which can take a long time to hear back from. We got a minor counter from the seller with just a few small changes which we agreed to, so it's a good sign that it's been approved by the seller. But since it's a short sale, there are two banks that have to approve it, and that's what takes all the time. Today is the first official day the banks are open since we put in the offer. So the waiting period begins.

And just in time. I think God is trying to make me hate this house as much as Joe does so we'll both be really motivated to get out of here. I hardly slept last night. It seemed like the trains were extra loud and they were constantly coming by - I'd wake up to one train, then be almost asleep when another one would go by. I had horrible dreams about Mormons trying to kill me. My face was bitter cold outside of the blanket but my feet were grossly hot and sweaty so I couldn't get comfortable.

This morning before I got up I spent some time daydreaming. Someday we'll be able to set a thermostat instead of constantly being too cold or too hot. And the quiet! I don't even know what that's like! I daydreamed about having a sink disposal - silly, I know, but I can't wait!! And while I'm grateful that we have a dishwasher here, I look forward to having one where you don't have to pre-wash the dishes.

Until now, moving seemed like something we were doing because Joe wanted to - and of course, as the submissive wife, I agreed that it would be nice, and wholeheartedly jumped into it. Today I started realizing how wonderful it would be, and realizing that Joe's motive for moving isn't to make a better life for him, but for us - and for me.

I always say that if I were single, I'd stay living in the train house and pay it off, then save up for a down payment for a new house. But the fact is: I'm not single, and we have to do what's best for our family, not necessarily what's the best investment. Plus, this is an exercise in trust for me. So it's good for our relationship all around!

Don't get me wrong, I'm thankful that we get to live in a house. It was fun (most of the time) having roommates to pay my mortgage for a year and a half. But now I'm at another stage in my life and if I may say so, I'm loving it! I'm married to a very responsible man, so I should trust him.