There it is! The one, the only, my very first house. Comes with a complimentary boyfriend permanently standing out front holding a cold one. My very own 1900 square foot, two story, three bedroom, 2.5 bath, with a bonus room and a nice sized backyard, HOUSE.
It’s been a bit stressful, the whole buying your first house thing. But with a combination of the first time home owner tax credit (THANK YOU GOVERNMENT!), and Adam’s attention to detail, we’ve managed to make it through in one piece. I have to give Adam most of the credit though for spending a part of each day, for the last 30 days, either speaking with owners, mortgage brokers, or faxing papers somewhere to make this happen. Lets be honest, while he was digging through bank statements, I was usually wandering around thinking up puppy names.
On Wednesday Adam and I marched into the title company at exactly 2pm, and after signing like 700 times, finished step one of buying our home. Today, as this post goes live the owners will relinquish ownership of the house, and it will finally be officially 100% OURS.
It has taken a long time for the idea of owning a home to sink in. The idea that when the dishwasher breaks, WE pay to fix it. There’s a stress in knowing that when it comes to plumbing issues, we either manhandle it ourselves, or we’re the ones hiring the plumber. And while the idea of a mortgage is scary, and maintenance seems daunting at times, the idea that I could rip out walls, dig up the backyard, install new tubs, fixtures or counters, gives me a feeling of true ownership and pride I didn’t think I would feel right away.
Already there are paint swatches taped to walls as motivation for future decorating, we’re in the middle of design plans to build a beautiful raised garden in the backyard, and when I stand in my kitchen, I can’t help but look around and know that the MOMENT I have a job I will begin saving diligently for a beautiful remodel. Suddenly my priorities have changed, and a new kitchen has begun to mean soooooo much more than a vacation or an outfit.
More than anything though, with all the fear, and the ‘what ifs’ there will always be the satisfaction of coming home each night to MY HOME. I’ve always been a homebody, and for the first time, when I’m here it actually feels like ‘home’ should.
OH, and it also just so happens to be my 24th birthday on the same day I become a home owner.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!