Jun 15, 2009 14:43
Yesterday evening, as N, Mom and I were sitting around the table after dinner, the phone rang. It was our future landlord, owner of the house we fell reluctantly in love with a few weeks ago. He had just talked to my dad (one of our references), thinks we'll be good tenants and I've just mailed him our security deposit. Dad may have worked the Montana connection a bit for me to cinch the deal. Thanks, Dad.
I was so happy I attempted a jig, right there in the kitchen. I'm already imagining my rose bush growing warm and happy against the wall in the back yard and toying with ideas for furniture arrangement.
I'm also very afraid I'll get another call today telling me that the deal is off, that he talked to our current landlord and decided we were horrible people. Unlikely? Yes. Paranoid? Why, yes.
So I'm celebrating tentatively and hoping that we get into this little house as uneventfully as possible and that we don't have to move again until we find a place to buy.
In other housing-related news, a work crew will be invading our current place Wednesday morning at 8:00 a.m. to work on some of the interior water damage. I think there might be more to work on than they realize and am afraid they'll be working for weeks, but hopefully I'm wrong about this.
home,
good news,
moving