A Buyer’s Market
Sometimes I think I’ve run out of luck. Then, just like that, it’s back again. Our offer on a house was accepted!
I’m about to be a first time homeowner. That’s right-JLo and I house hunted and found one for a bargain. I won’t go into details, but let’s just say we’re going to save ridiculous amounts of moolah. Like, it’s almost stupid at how low we got this house. And our interest rate? Pshaw.
It hasn’t hit me yet. But it feels totally weird. I’m stoked about not living in an apartment building anymore. Granted, I’ve gotten totally spoiled living where I do, because it’s an amazing, beautiful, unbelievable place. But the loud neighbors, lack of space in the dog area, and you know, throwing away money while renting has gotten to us both. It’s not necessary to get a house around the time you get married, but it’s probably a logical next step, right?
This house was built in 1931, and while it’s a little older, it’s still a pretty great house. It needs a little attention, but not like you’d think. We’re talking paint, some new cabinets, and putting all the furniture in its rightful feng shui place. It’s in great condition with a backyard for Fisher that needs to get a new fence (because he could totally jump the one there now) and a basement that needs to be finished out to complete JLo’s mancave. A downside is the one bathroom, but JLo and I have been sharing one bathroom for about three years now, so it’s really nothing new. It’s in the location we wanted, about one mile from Grandin, which is a great area for food, entertainment, and community. I can’t say enough. I almost don’t want to say anything for fear that I might shake things up.
I can’t wait to get in there and get better pictures to show off so everyone can help me pick a paint color, since there are apparently 800 shades of white. Here’s a couple pictures I took with my phone.
Hello, house. I can’t wait to make you home.