By this time next week we’ll be living in our new home. Our new home that we bought. As in, we have a mortgage. That shit’s for LIFE, yo.
When I last talked about the house, we had just put in an offer. Long story short, they countered and we accepted their counter offer. The inspection went relatively well and they agreed to fix certain things that were broken and/or credit us to fix them ourselves.
A wrench was thrown into the whole thing when a house across the street in the same price range popped up on the market. From the pictures it was gorgeous inside and technically we could still get out of our contract. Upon seeing the other house, I fell in love with the updated kitchen and bathrooms and the overall “doneness” of the house. Our house has a lot of work that needs to be done and I’m just so worried about all of the time and money and decision-making it involves. This house was already done for us! It was perfect! Except it wasn’t. The yard wasn’t ideal (it had a very steep slope and no fence) and the kitchen work was actually quite poorly done. After a mini nervous breakdown (and by “mini” I really mean I sobbed for a good 20-30 minutes) we decided to continue on with our house. It was really the best decision for us and I’m happy.
Signing wasn’t as painful as everyone told me it would be and we’ve slowly been moving things over for the last week. Our official big move is this Sunday!
I really want to post pictures of the house, but I think I’m going to wait until our stuff is in there. Just wait until you see some of the fun ‘lil things the previous owners left us. Let me just say this: the 70s lasted more than one decade in their house.
Ok maybe just one.
(This photo is from the original listing, which I’m not going to link.)
Please note the moose head above the fireplace. It isn’t there anymore (darn) but it will forever haunt our home. Also, I want to paint the brick but Josh says no. Humph.
And yes, that’s a birdcage.