We bought a house! We bought a house! We bought a house!
OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG!
What Fury and I looked like this weekend via GIPHY
Okay, technically we didn’t buy anything yet. We had an offer accepted on a house – but still. We are like 1,000,000% closer to home ownership today than we were anytime in the last 30 years, so there’s something to be said for that.
The last few days have been cray! Let me give you a rundown on how things went:
Thursday, April 12 (late evening)
I’m sitting on the couch with Fury discussing our plans for world domination (as we always do on Thursday nights) when I get a RedFin alert on a house in our target neighborhood. Looks nice. In our price range. Just came on the market. We text our agent.
Friday, April 13 (early afternoon)
We go see the house. It’s almost identical in layout to a house I saw the previous week with the exception that this house had a basement. I had grown partial to two floor-living (especially since we both work from home). Same price. Same neighborhood. This one with a basement. Done. We ask our agent to write up the offer.
Friday, April 13 (early evening)
We spend 2 hours working with the Glam Squad to get everything together, offer letter, pre-approval, and love letter. 6:45 p.m. offer submitted. Let’s go get some burgers.
Saturday, April 14 (early morning)
After a restless night of sleep, we wake up early to go to the Habitat for Humanity ReStore sale. It was 25% off everything and there was a vintage soda machine I saw a few weeks ago that I wanted. Our agent calls. The sellers need a few more hours to decide. We go to the sale. The soda machine is gone. Disappointment. Will this be the tone for the rest of the day?
Redemption! We score a deal on a stand-up freezer, a vintage style gumball machine, and buy a bottle of champagne from Costco, just in case…
N.B. Is that not the most random shopping list ever?
Saturday, April 14 (early afternoon)
Our agent calls: our offer was accepted! We sign one more piece of paperwork and officially, go under contract. We celebrate with a trip to Home Depot, partially to window shop finishings for our soon-to-be new home. But mostly, to get our dog some exercise as it was raining out and that’s her rainy-day exercise protocol.
Saturday, April 14 (late evening)
The dog passes out from licking a thousand strangers’ faces in Home Depot (apparently licking faces is hard work) and we open the champagne.
Holy crap, we are buying a house.