We have forty-five days to closing. Forty-five days until the house is OURS. Bob and I are both getting restless and incredibly excited. This last month and a half is going to be both the longest and shortest six weeks of our lives. We had our professional inspection this week. He walked us through and explained in great detail what he was looking for, and gave us a lot of information about being first-time home…
…pation… Yesterday Bob and I met with our realtor at our future house to do our own “inspection” and finalize some paper work and other things. As we wandered through, I snapped some pictures and took in the sights, imagining what it will be like to live there in just under two months. I can’t wait to start experimenting in the kitchen. I can’t wait to pick out furniture to fill up the living room….
Bob called me. They accepted our offer. They want us to close May 16th. Holy. Crap. So unless the world implodes between now and then…we’re going to be HOME OWNERS in less than TWO MONTHS. FLAIL. —
Saturday we went out and looked at four different houses. Two of which we really liked. One we made an offer on……after much debate on which one best suited our needs, required less work, et al. Monday they came back with a counter offer. We countered their counter offer. And now we’re waiting to see what they say about our counter-counter offer. Waiting…waiting…waiting…Hoping…Hoping…HOPING…….. Last Thursday after I got out of the shower, I was toweling…
Lest you think that title suggests I am pregnant, let me defuse those inklings right now with a resounding: NO. I do not want to catch pregnancy. But we are expanding. Moving. To our own place. As I have mentioned. Countless times. But you see, there have been some changes in our plans. We’re still giving notice at the end of March. We’re still moving at the end of May. Bob and I are still…
I’m so glad I have a spam filter on the comments on this thing. That way I don’t have to wade through a fuckton of notifications when I get several dozen gibberish spam comments at once because people need a fucking hobby. I can just do a mass delete whenever I happen to notice, hey, there’s a fuckton of spam comments waiting to be deleted. This arrived on my doorstep yesterday. Bob and I each…
