We’re in escrow. We are buying a house. And for those of you that had been personally aware of the effort, yes, it’s that one we wanted, made a few offers on, and ended up walking away from. Last Thursday were were contacted by the seller and after further discussions, we reached a mutually acceptable agreement. This all happened between Friday and today, including the signing of the papers starting the process. Before then, we’d completely give up on that home and were just waiting for something else we wanted to surface.
We’re gonna be house-poor for awhile. We’ll be bound to a very tight budget in which trips, travel, tech toys and tequila will all be luxury items. Well, maybe not the last one. And I’d like to avoid the “how much” question, only because it’s painful enough to gag every time I think of it to myself, let alone having to actually speak the numbers out loud while watching your faces blanch and your eyes roll back in your heads while muttering “you eediot” under your breath.
Yes, we’re taking on some serious debt. But the location has everything we want, including excellent schools, end-of-culdesac location, proximity to friends and familiar places, and more. Everything else we’ve seen has looked like an interim step. Ultimately, my hope is that in a couple of years we’ll have some financial relief, and in 15 years, this may be the one place my children will have always know as “home”. So it’s worth it.
We’ll be taking possession 3/5, but still renting through 3/31, so we’ll have a decent overlap during which to do a bit of painting and such, and making the move easier on all of us.
