Right on time (or not)

On Friday, May 28th, I put an offer on a house here in Fort Myers.  It was (is) a short-sale, but the price was right and the space was good.  Figured I'd make some money on it when I finally sold, whenever that was.

Come Sunday, May 30th, I head out to Seattle & Jefferson, OR for the week.  Spent plenty of "me" time in the car and time with friends.  It was just what I needed after a few weeks of unrelenting stress.  My job has been insane lately and that is the up side of it.

I get back into town on June 7th.  Now rethinking the whole-purchase-house-in-Fort-Myers thing, I call the Realtor and ask her to recind my offer.  Call my banker on the 8th and tell him that I'm pulling out of the housing race until further notice.  After my time in Seattle and Jefferson, I realized a few things that were stuck in the back of my mind (job nonsense, boss nonsense, life nonsense) that, when added all together, mean that I should take a little time to think things through.  It was in Seattle, Saturday, June 5th on Scully's couch (while she and her hub were at work), that I realized that I had lots of options and settling for Fort Myers wasn't required of me.  Not that I know what I'm doing, as I surely do not, but there are options available and exploring them might well be in my best interest.

I've spent the last week researching grad schools all over the U.S. and am leaning towards a few.  Two of which are in in the Pacific Northwest.  Yep, a life move again ... next summer ... somewhere.

About an hour ago, I get an email from my Realtor.  Apparently the bank had screwed up the paperwork and just figured out they really want to accept my offer.  I passed (again).  Right on time (or not).  All for the best, I think.