understanding (n.)

Welcome home, M.'s...

... is almost.

Almost.  3 more things (as of today, which might change by tomorrow!) to get together and then we'll be ready to "get the docs signed."

I have never lived in a house that my family owned.  I don't yet know what it means to be tied to a town in such a fundamental way and it will be the closing on a year I'm still struggling to understand.

Blessed be.

Underwriting department.

Oh man.

Stuff gets real now ...

Appraisal! Progress!

... Is escrow!

(I see my post titles getting shorter. I get lazy.)

We accepted the seller's counter offer, handed over our earnest money and we're now.... Waiting again!

But what a good wait this will be. We're projected to close on 12/5 and we feel so ready to be in our own home.

Four bedrooms, three bathrooms, a big downstairs, a backyard. Privacy. A a great view of campus. It's not over till it's over, but this is what we're trying to come home to at the end of the day:

... Is wait.

And it will probably be "wait" a lot in the next several weeks.

We made our offer and are now waiting out the 48 hours the seller has to respond...

Vomit.

As in, we have a meeting this Friday to make an official offer and I think I'm going to vomit. Is it normal to feel this nervous?

My family was in the military when I was a kid. We didn't own houses. I've never owned a house before. I've never really been committed to one place long enough to justify owning a house before. This is new. Is that what is making me nervous?

Blargh.

Any advice?

Because, alas, I have no shows for right now.

Last week's word of the day: house inspection.

This week's word of the day: radon and radon mitigation system.

My hope for later this week: finalized pre qualification ...

Using the blogger app on my phone means I can't check to see if I spelled existential correctly.

First world problems.

I'm sitting here outside the house Shoes and I are dying to make an offer on, waiting for the house inspector. Why, you ask, are we paying for a house inspection before making an initial offer?

It's a long story. So, I'll skip it.

We really love this house. Big love. I hope it works out. If it doesn't though, what is, is. And we're ok with that.

The main point I have is... In one year how did we go from long distance, me in grad school, to graduating, moving to the same town, getting a dog, getting married ... And now we're trying to buy a house?

Am I old enough to buy a house?

6 months ago I was living in a studio apartment in an area of Portland I loved, working as a research assistant in psychiatry at OHSU, completing a great internship and wondering what in the world my life was going to look like.

So this, for now, is what my life looks like.

What a strange year.

Is it just me or does life seem like it's starting to move very, very quickly?

In other household news, Rosie gave up her womanly parts and is now wearing a cone of shame, which she finds unbearable. If you ask me, she's being just a touch dramatic, trying to kill us with those sad eyes...