Because that would be weird.
But figurative? Yes.
We have the home inspection in two hours, the roof inspection tomorrow and the septic inspection on Monday. I’m thinking today is the biggie. 17 years ago we backed out of a home agreement because of how bad the inspection was. Both Jim and I are not doing what our realtor calls “The Snoopy Dance” yet because we are nervous about the inspection. The house LOOKS nice, but who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men (or in their floor joists)?!
I’m meeting a dear friend for lunch today. I told her she can either rejoice with me about how well the inspection went, or commiserate with me about how poorly it went.
In all of it, I’m really just praying that God will protect us from a money pit.
The sellers accepted our offer!
We still need to get through the home/septic/roof/radon/termite inspections before this is a done deal. Settlement is November 17, so we still have time in our lovely apartment.
We submitted an offer on a house tonight. We’ll find out tomorrow if it’s been accepted.
In case you were wondering, or haven’t gone through it yourself, house hunting is hard on a marriage. Two people with two different tastes with two different wishlists, trying to find a house they both like….well, just take it from me that it’s a hard thing.
We’ve seen houses so bad that I’ve literally run out gagging from the smell. Houses that someone tried to flip themselves because, hey, sure, I can do that! That were JUST AWFUL. Houses that I wouldn’t even go down in the basement of because just ICK. Today was a beautiful house–really. Jim and I both agreed that it was really well done. But it wasn’t the “right” house. Which is, honestly, HARD. Living in the apartment is easy on the one hand–hardly any responsibilities and it’s really easy to take care of. On the other hand, finding a place to be alone is pretty hard. Finding TIME alone is even more difficult, unless it’s early in the morning before anyone is up or late at night after they go to bed.
Ah, well. This too shall pass, right?
We move tomorrow. I can’t even believe I’m typing that.
I’m using a wireless hotspot on my phone (please be seriously impressed. I’ve never ever done this before!) because our FIOS is now at the new apartment and we are without phone, internet or TV here at the house. We grab donuts tomorrow morning, get the moving truck at 7:30, the moving guys (my nice, strong nephew and a bunch of his friends) are coming at 8:30 and we’re off!
We currently have one 10×10 indoor storage unit stuffed to the gills, another 10×10 indoor in the process of being filled, a 10×20 outdoor unit with Jim’s workshop stuff starting to overflow and two garages for his classic cars. Our monthly storage budget is exceeding $600 if you can believe it. YOWZA!
We need to find a forever (or at least for the next 5-15 years) home SOON.
In the meantime, it’s almost 8:30 and I’m going to be in bed soon. I’m already tired from the massage packing marathon we’ve been doing.
People, we’re moving tomorrow!!
The apartment mentioned in the last post has been leased. While we are still currently at our home, we will officially move out on July 15, with a settlement date on our house of July 18. (a few days’ grace for cleaning up after ourselves is a good idea, don’t you think?)
In the meantime we are still actively house hunting. I’m seeing one tomorrow morning. I’d love to fall in love with it–it certainly looks nice enough from the pictures, but–repeat after me–real estate pictures LIE.
While the new apartment isn’t far away, it’s in a completely different part of the county. There’s a MALL. There’s restaurants that DELIVER. It will literally cut Jim’s commute in half. I’m not necessarily looking forward to it, because of the size and inconvenience of living without much of our stuff, but I’m trying to view it like being on vacation in Michigan. We do very nicely without our stuff and manage with much less space. We’ll see how it goes.
It’s strange to visit our local thrift shop and library and know that they will not be a part of our daily lives anymore. There’s nothing to keep us from them, except a half hour plus drive. And with other closer thrift stores and the major hub of our county’s library system a 3 minute drive, well, it’s likely we will switch. It’s just hard changing our lives so completely. And knowing that there’s not much point getting settled because this isn’t our permanent home.
If it comes across as if I’m complaining, I’m honestly not. I’m trying to live in the unknown, which as you all know is not comfortable for me. I think the overall upheaval is actually helping right now, because once we are moved into the apartment we can stop for a bit for a breather.
Hoped and prayed to get a house that needed fixing up.
Looked and looked and looked for a house.
Decided to rent. Oh, you have three animals? Really?
Found a townhouse with a year lease that would take our animals.
Read the HOA (that the landlord apparently didn’t read). ONE ANIMAL PER HOUSEHOLD
Craigslist ad for neat home in town where my sister lives? Yes please!
SCAM (Literally, a scam. The person pretending to rent it was using a dead man’s name)
Friends who will watch Coco for an extended time so we can rent ANYTHING?
God bless them. Tears. Can’t imagine living without the dog that I can’t stand but who is, for better for for worse, our dog.
IMMEDIATELY find an apartment complex that offers leases 3-12 months, have three bedroom apartments and will accept our smaller pet family of Stitch the cat and Jake the small dog.
Look at apartment. It’s seriously about the same size as our first apartment from when we were newlyweds, with another bathroom tossed in. 2 adults + a cat is not quite the same as 2 adults, 4 teens, a cat and a dog.
Jim is–as I am typing this–looking at it with our agent. If he gives the approval, we will, again, hopefully, have a place to live instead of being homeless in 29 days. And counting.