The house hunt has begun in earnest. It’s terrifying in the same way that a crush is: So much daydreaming, so much hope, so much learning to deal with rejection. Like most first-time buyers, I initially overestimated what I’d be able to afford and I’m having to rein it in and ground my dreams a bit. It stings a little but, hey, that’s just what you do when you bring one income to the table and you try to establish a mortgage payment that won’t leave you broke every month.
I have wanted a house for so long that it is surreal to think that I might have one in mere months. A house. That’s mine. The control freak in me is absolutely flipping out at the thought. In a good way.
What I am finding to my great relief is that my friends are proving to be invaluable resources in this process. Not only do they have this unbelievably deep well of knowledge and experience in this arena, but they keep introducing me to amazing, helpful people who are making this journey infinitely less painful than it could be for such an unseasoned noob. It pays to know people who know stuff. I’d like to go ahead and offer a fist bump of solidarity to anyone who has offered me advice so far, and anyone who’s got some to give.
So.
I guess this is me, proposing to spend the next long while with Memphis. Will you have me, city?
The house behind me is for sale and has a pool, and a good view of my second-story window with the telescope.
She’s talking about me, everyone. She might be referenceing one or two others among you, but I’m in there. I totes introduced her to a realtor. Eat it, everyone else. Eat it. That’s my fist bump.
How’d I handle that?
@fancycwabs
Ahahaahahaha
@lighthouse pilot
*fistbump, brau*