No wonder I'm so exhausted!
So today was the day.
Recap of the past week:
Sunday - See The House. Fall in love with The House. Tim calls the listing agent to tell him he has a buyer.
Monday - Get preapproved.
Tuesday - Make an offer.
Wednesday - Find out there will be TWO other buyers making offers this week.
Thursday - Amend my offer slightly so that I can rest assured that I've done the absolute very best that I can.
Friday - Freak out as I get a notice that an inquiry has been made on my credit report. OHMYGOD THE BANK IS CONSIDERING MY OFFER!!! ::flail::
Friday night - Drink coffee vodka and Bailey's in a feeble attempt to relax and distract myself from the impending verdict on my offer.
Saturday - Drink sangria at Katherine and Cassie's new place in a feeble attempt to relax and distract myself from the impending verdict on my offer.
Sunday - Drink copious amounts of coffee and start a fresh search for listings that might be worth seeing should my offer be rejected in favor of one of the other bids.
Monday morning - Try not to think about it. Cassie texts me to tell me Tim is miserable today. I try to convince her to buy him a Happy Meal on me and cross my fingers in the hopes that he's not miserable because he doesn't want to deliver the bad news. Resist telling her to give him a hug for me. Haha.
Later Monday morning - Receive text from Cassie . "Call Tim." Spontaneously combust.
So I call Tim. Try to sound cheerful, but my voice wavers as I say, "Hey, hope you have some good news for me."
A sigh on the other end of the line. "Well," he says softly, his voice barely audible over the din of the printers in the background. He sighs deeply, and I can picture him drawing his hand across his brow, rubbing his eyes. "They accepted your offer."
My knees lock up. "Wait, I don't think I heard you," I said carefully, my brain seizing in the attempt to reconcile the melancholy tone of his voice with the actual words he spoke. "Can you please repeat that?"
A chuckle, the chuckle he probably enjoys each and every time he goes through this routine. "They accepted your offer. You gotta come down this week to sign some paperwork, and we'll schedule the inspection and get this ball rolling."
I freeze, and I'm remarkably calm. "Oh, oh that's awesome! Really? Great, yeah, just let me know when you want me to show up and I'll be there. Okay, wow, my offer. Mine!" The more I spoke, the more it sank in, and the crazier I got. I started to giggle and dance and bob about, and I ended up jumping around-- actually pogoing up and down like a cracked out kangaroo (and in heels!), my back be damned! After calling my mom with the news, I actually ran a victory lap around the office. It took a few hours for the endorphins to settle down and allow the true piercing agony of the pain in my back from moving like that, but it was worth it. Oh god, the pain was exquisite towards the end of the day, but it was so worth it!
Oh my god, they accepted my offer. That house, that glorious Victorian masterpiece in the best part of Allentown, with the garage and the central air and the built in bookcases and the hammered copper and marble sink and the courtyard and the red writing office and the angled hallway and the bay windows and the hardwood floors and the huge kitchen and the hanging pot rack and the finished basement and the built in cabinetry and the holly bush and the arched windows and the brickwork and the absolute awesomeness that I can't wait to call home! That house, the one on the block capped with a comic book store (complete with Batman mural on the wall facing the cross street!) and a block from the Farmer's Market and 2 blocks from a boneyard and around the corner from an awesome coffeehouse and down the block from a large gothic stone church with red doors and just settled into a wonderful and safe neighborhood that I can't wait to call home! THEY ACCEPTED MY OFFER! I'm still in a state of shock and disbelief. I really didn't think I'd win this one. I was seriously trying to put together a list of houses to look at next week, just in case. BUT THEY ACCEPTED! I WON THE BID! I GET TO MOVE FORWARD WITH THIS HOUSE!
It's happening, at long last. I'm going to be a homeowner. I'm going to have my very own house. And it's a house I fucking love.
I'm trying not to get too excited because there's still a lot to do between now and closing (22 April, baby! EEEEEEEEE!), but in my mind, the hardest part is over. I won the bid. The rest of the steps will be expensive as all hell, but not nearly as stressful as this past week has been. But even so, I'm already looking forward to moving, to cleaning, to having an open house/house warming party to let friends and family come by, see where I am, give tours of my 3 story (4 if you count the fully finished basement), 5 bedroom, 1.5 bath Victorian row home! I can't wait to host game nights, to have friends over for dinner and movies, for sitting down to write in my office, for curling up to relax in my library, to sit on the 2nd floor balcony with a glass of wine at sunset and watch the bat(s) emerge from the bat house I'd like to get, to host old friends from out of state (hint, hint).
But I'm getting a little ahead of myself. My offer was accepted, but I don't have the keys in my hand just yet. First things first, schedule the property inspection and the FHA appraisal this week. But I'm closer to realizing this dream than I've ever been before. I'm downright delirious with joy, and I'm enjoying this moment for as long as I can.
My first house. My god. I'm going to be a homeowner.
I want to go to that house (soon to be MY HOUSE) right now and camp out on the porch.
Recap of the past week:
Sunday - See The House. Fall in love with The House. Tim calls the listing agent to tell him he has a buyer.
Monday - Get preapproved.
Tuesday - Make an offer.
Wednesday - Find out there will be TWO other buyers making offers this week.
Thursday - Amend my offer slightly so that I can rest assured that I've done the absolute very best that I can.
Friday - Freak out as I get a notice that an inquiry has been made on my credit report. OHMYGOD THE BANK IS CONSIDERING MY OFFER!!! ::flail::
Friday night - Drink coffee vodka and Bailey's in a feeble attempt to relax and distract myself from the impending verdict on my offer.
Saturday - Drink sangria at Katherine and Cassie's new place in a feeble attempt to relax and distract myself from the impending verdict on my offer.
Sunday - Drink copious amounts of coffee and start a fresh search for listings that might be worth seeing should my offer be rejected in favor of one of the other bids.
Monday morning - Try not to think about it. Cassie texts me to tell me Tim is miserable today. I try to convince her to buy him a Happy Meal on me and cross my fingers in the hopes that he's not miserable because he doesn't want to deliver the bad news. Resist telling her to give him a hug for me. Haha.
Later Monday morning - Receive text from Cassie . "Call Tim." Spontaneously combust.
So I call Tim. Try to sound cheerful, but my voice wavers as I say, "Hey, hope you have some good news for me."
A sigh on the other end of the line. "Well," he says softly, his voice barely audible over the din of the printers in the background. He sighs deeply, and I can picture him drawing his hand across his brow, rubbing his eyes. "They accepted your offer."
My knees lock up. "Wait, I don't think I heard you," I said carefully, my brain seizing in the attempt to reconcile the melancholy tone of his voice with the actual words he spoke. "Can you please repeat that?"
A chuckle, the chuckle he probably enjoys each and every time he goes through this routine. "They accepted your offer. You gotta come down this week to sign some paperwork, and we'll schedule the inspection and get this ball rolling."
I freeze, and I'm remarkably calm. "Oh, oh that's awesome! Really? Great, yeah, just let me know when you want me to show up and I'll be there. Okay, wow, my offer. Mine!" The more I spoke, the more it sank in, and the crazier I got. I started to giggle and dance and bob about, and I ended up jumping around-- actually pogoing up and down like a cracked out kangaroo (and in heels!), my back be damned! After calling my mom with the news, I actually ran a victory lap around the office. It took a few hours for the endorphins to settle down and allow the true piercing agony of the pain in my back from moving like that, but it was worth it. Oh god, the pain was exquisite towards the end of the day, but it was so worth it!
Oh my god, they accepted my offer. That house, that glorious Victorian masterpiece in the best part of Allentown, with the garage and the central air and the built in bookcases and the hammered copper and marble sink and the courtyard and the red writing office and the angled hallway and the bay windows and the hardwood floors and the huge kitchen and the hanging pot rack and the finished basement and the built in cabinetry and the holly bush and the arched windows and the brickwork and the absolute awesomeness that I can't wait to call home! That house, the one on the block capped with a comic book store (complete with Batman mural on the wall facing the cross street!) and a block from the Farmer's Market and 2 blocks from a boneyard and around the corner from an awesome coffeehouse and down the block from a large gothic stone church with red doors and just settled into a wonderful and safe neighborhood that I can't wait to call home! THEY ACCEPTED MY OFFER! I'm still in a state of shock and disbelief. I really didn't think I'd win this one. I was seriously trying to put together a list of houses to look at next week, just in case. BUT THEY ACCEPTED! I WON THE BID! I GET TO MOVE FORWARD WITH THIS HOUSE!
It's happening, at long last. I'm going to be a homeowner. I'm going to have my very own house. And it's a house I fucking love.
I'm trying not to get too excited because there's still a lot to do between now and closing (22 April, baby! EEEEEEEEE!), but in my mind, the hardest part is over. I won the bid. The rest of the steps will be expensive as all hell, but not nearly as stressful as this past week has been. But even so, I'm already looking forward to moving, to cleaning, to having an open house/house warming party to let friends and family come by, see where I am, give tours of my 3 story (4 if you count the fully finished basement), 5 bedroom, 1.5 bath Victorian row home! I can't wait to host game nights, to have friends over for dinner and movies, for sitting down to write in my office, for curling up to relax in my library, to sit on the 2nd floor balcony with a glass of wine at sunset and watch the bat(s) emerge from the bat house I'd like to get, to host old friends from out of state (hint, hint).
But I'm getting a little ahead of myself. My offer was accepted, but I don't have the keys in my hand just yet. First things first, schedule the property inspection and the FHA appraisal this week. But I'm closer to realizing this dream than I've ever been before. I'm downright delirious with joy, and I'm enjoying this moment for as long as I can.
My first house. My god. I'm going to be a homeowner.
I want to go to that house (soon to be MY HOUSE) right now and camp out on the porch.