Monday, March 24, 2014


Last Friday night, I spotted a new house on the market during one of my frequent and obsessive Zillow searches.  I flipped through the pictures and it was adorable.  The house had obviously recently been re-done and everything from the paint colors to the kitchen cabinets to the backsplash made my heart happy.  I want to be best friends with whoever lives there, because we are clearly kindred spirits.  I wouldn't change 98% of their choices.  It was too late to add it to the list of houses we saw last week, but I was chomping at the bit to see it immediately.
It was the first house we saw on Saturday and it did not disappoint.  It's small and cozy but it suits our needs for this time in our life perfectly.  Not soon after we walked in, Joe and I started exchanging looks and nodding at each other.  We went along to see the three other houses we had lined up that day, but nothing compared.  So we made an offer!
I say that like it was no big deal but the whole way to meet our agent for coffee to write it up, I was freaking out.  What if we lose our jobs?  What if one of us gets sick?  What if we buy it and the inspector misses something and then we learn it has rats and termites and the furnace blows up and we can't afford to fix any of it?  Are we sure this is it?  It's a little further out from our ideal location and the street it's on is sort of busy and maybe we should keep looking?  And maybe there's not enough storage?  What if we outgrow it too quickly?  Living in this tiny, cramped apartment isn't so bad now that I think about it, you know.  We can keep living here for years and never worry about any of these issues!
I really haven't ever felt truly settled in my whole life.  We moved a lot when I was a kid and I've never lived in the same house for longer than 6 years.  Other than that exception, I don't think I've ever lived in the same place for more than two years.  Since college, I've moved 7 times.  Even though it's what I've always wanted, the idea of being settled is making me feel unsettled.
Not soon after we made our offer, we got a call from our agent that there was another offer on the house, so we bumped our offer up a bit and waited.  Saturday night, we got a counteroffer, which we accepted.
And then we waited.  We didn't know if they countered both offers or just ours. 

Then at about 9:00 last night, our agent called to say they accepted our offer!  Then there was a bunch of stuff about interviewing home inspectors and down payments and contracts and stuff I wrote down but didn't really process because $$$$ and what does that mean and this is too fast and holy crap and such. 
This feeling of being terrified and excited at the same time?  Adulthood, apparently.

If you need me, I'll be the adult cowering the corner breathing into a paper bag.


Kelsey said...

Congrats :-) That's so exciting!! Haha. I'm laughing because I had the same feelings when we bought our house a few years ago. Seriously one of the best decisions we ever made, and I'm thankful for our house literally every day. I love it so much. You will too :-) This whole process of buying is long and stressful, and when you sign for your mortgage and realize how much $$$$ you'll pay over the life of the loan you'll want to have your inhaler nearby, haha. But this is part of being an adult, and owning your own house is really awesome. I never felt settled until we bought our house. Now I can't imagine ever leaving it. Congrats, again :-)

Christina said...

Thanks Kelsey! So good to hear from you!