|Loving Our New House|
We started out house hunting and bidding on existing properties which is a battle in itself especially in our county. I have heard horror stories of people bidding and getting rejected on house after house so at least we didn't have to deal with that. You have to get pre approved (sometimes my multiple lenders depending on where your search takes you), find the house, sign the contract, obtain and lock the loan, sign closing docs, get the keys and finally after months of hoping and waiting and wondering you get to move in. Our house was still being built so all of this uncertainty stretched out for 5 months which was not only stressful but makes me wonder how I ever closed on my condo in 30 days. There was so much hoopla this time around and those loan officers are relentless. By the time you move in you know you made it but are so overwhelmed and consumed by the moving process that you still don't really get a chance to celebrate. There is still too much to think about. Too much to do, buy and organize. We were worn out. Then next thing you know you're in, and that celebratory moment somehow got skipped over. We still have champagne sitting in our refrigerator given to us by the builder on the day we moved in. We steamrolled full speed ahead right into our wedding-adding another bottle of champagne to our stash-so it's not until now that I'm really getting to reflect on everything that went down.
I have not lived in an actual house-or a place without communal laundry rooms for that matter-since I moved out of my parents house over a decade ago. Gosh I feel so old being able to use the word DECADE that way! I went from college housing for 2 1/2 years (excluding summers) then back to mom's house for about 2 years. After graduation I got my first apartment with the Ex in 1998. Then, we moved down to the city and lived in 3 different small and sometimes not so great city apartments over the next 7 years. After the divorce I bought my first place. A brand new tiny condo where I stayed put for the next 5 years fully expecting that I would stay there forever. On a single income and with ridiculous housing prices where else was I gonna go? I finally had a space of my own where no one could raise my rent or decide to convert to a condo forcing me to move but with very little in the way of amenities and it's small size it didn't take long for me to outgrow it on my own. Then when Mj moved in and well..... let's just say the place got even smaller.
We have been in our new house for about 2 1/2 months now-since May 21st. Getting back to the 'burbs" and owning a detached home is something I always wanted but I didn't believe it was possible for me. The house hunting and home buying process was a roller coaster ride from hell at times. Thank goodness Mj keeps a cool head 'cause I was freakin' out half the time. The idea of being responsible for a juicy mortgage especially on top of my condo is scary but I don't think we bit off more then we could chew. Every bit of anxiety along the way has been worth it. Even in this sketchy housing market this was something that we needed to do. I craved space and a functional home where I could feel at peace. Where I could do my laundry without going outside and not have to search for parking when I get home from work! And I finally got it.
Still wondering when we will get around to that champagne. Guess it's never too late to celebrate.