We are dumb people. Last year when our realtor told us we’d be able to close on our house in early May, we were excited but also terrified. For some reason all of the stars aligned to have the closing on May 6th, the literal day before our wedding. While we were genuinely excited about the prospect of getting to spend our first night together in our new home, we also did a lot of second guessing – are we rushing into this, is the price right, what if it turns out to be a shit-hole, etc. In the end, we decided to jump off the deep end and sign the papers less than 24 hours before our wedding day.
Despite the trials and tribulations along the way, we’re happy to say it was the second best decision we ever made. Over the last year, we fell in love with the house, made an offer, got incredibly frustrated, walked away, tried to forget, kind-of-but-not-really forgot, revisited, re-offered, re-negotiated, shook hands, signed papers, indebted ourselves until the year 2042, got it inspected, moved in, decorated, moved out, destroyed the house, rebuilt the house, moved back in, and halfway decorated it back. Looking back, it seems incredibly fast, but it still feels like it’s been a process of years, not a matter of months. Some pictures of the house as we first saw it:
The house from the curb. Note the lack of green ground covering.
The entry-room, which was likely the original porch that got enclosed at some point.
The backyard looking in.
Laundry room looking out at back door.
In the kitchen, with it's one window.