People buy houses all the time.
I mean, they do, right?
On TV, it looks so unbelievably easy. It takes like seven seconds to decide which one you want and then like twelve more seconds for the people to move in, decorate it perfectly, and look sickeningly happy as the credits roll.
So, if that's the case, why is buying a house so hard?
We started looking at homes about two years ago. It look months and months for us to find one we wanted to make an offer on. And then realized that our taste in houses far exceeded the amount of money in our bank account. Bless our Cadillac-on-Ford-Fiesta-budget-having hearts.
Again in February, we thought we were to the point where maybe we could make a go of things for real this time.
So, we started looking, thinking it would again take months and months. And months.
And we'd have time for The Kid to finish school and I could work for a few extra months and I could pack like one box a day and be ready to move some time in late 2019.
Instead, we (meaning I) fell in love with the very first house we looked at. It's on two acres in the "country" (read: outside of the hood) and it had a jet tub, and who really doesn't want a jet tub?
So, we started the process to purchase and the last three weeks have been freaking miserable. The inspection showed some major issues that the sellers were not willing to fix. And then they were. And then they weren't. And then they were.
So, we signed and then started submitting the remaining paperwork.
Oh, and I gave notice at work AND the gym (my two biggest regrets about moving outside the city). Did I also mention we gave notice on our apartment lease (no regrets on moving from this place)?
And guess what? We just hit another major snag and won't know which way it's going to go until next week, giving this overly excitable woman three entire days to stew, worry, and generally create seven hundred "what-if" situations, 698 of which, could never actually happen.
Naturally, the worst that could happen would be that we don't get the house and we end up homeless, I end up jobless and gym-less, and we have to start all over again. And that would be stupid. STUPID.
I'm seriously not cut out for this.