Monday, May 18, 2009
All signs point to us moving within the next oh, say, six weeks. And by signs I mean that we put a house under contract and that our condo, too, is under contract. If you’re thinking, wow, that seems kind of fast, it is: we offered on a house a week and a half ago and within that time we also got an offer on our condo.
The truth is that we’ve been threatening to move for years. We put the condo up for sale three years ago and didn’t end up selling it. We pulled it off the market when we found out that I was pregnant with Proximo. A few months after that we found out that my job would be moving to Seattle with or without me, leading to a wonderful period of being in my third trimester and looking for work. I highly recommend that last part, everyone wants to hire a preggo. So while the action part of this movie has really sped up, the planning part has been a long time coming.
I can’t believe we’re actually moving to a house, a real house, with a yard and everything.
What have we done?
We went with the old adage of ‘buy the worst house in the best neighborhood.’ And by We, I mean I, since I was fairly sure we could handle all of the necessary cosmetic updates on nights and weekends with our copious money, free time, and abundant patience. The other part of We is not as sure, but yet extremely excited to finally have a house where we can play the piano at 1:00am for all we care and vacuum whenever the frak we feel like it. Could there be a lot of piano playing at 1:00am? Possibly, we might have to open an afterhour’s club in our upstairs family room to afford the mortgage. Will there be vacuuming? With all the carpet in our master bathroom there had better be!
After a walk through this morning with a few friends, I figured out that this house project might be bigger than we expected which, HAHAHAHA YOU KNEW IT WOULD HAPPEN THAT WAY.
Yet, I think we’re ready to take the jump.
House warming party? You bet.
You all need to see my Pepto pink bedroom.