I can’t take my cellphone into my workplace, it being a tip top secret building and all. But I go to my car every few hours to check for messages…and lo and behold, my realtor called to tell me about the seller’s renegotiation on the house the wife and I are trying to buy.
Basically the inspection revealed minor issues and the house is in excellent condition. The repairs we requested were needed, but not a real show stopper. Well, they agreed to all of them except one, which is so minor I really don’t even care.
I hate moving. I hate packing. I hate lifting heavy things. I hate cleaning up this place we’re in now. I hate the inevitable lag time between having utilities turned on or switched. But I gotta do it. Because, Gawd Willing, this time next month I’ll be grilling in MY Backyard. My car will be in MY Garage.
While the “Am I doing the right thing?” doubts buzz around in my head, the “Woohoo, we’re getting a house!” thing is drowning it out. Its scary and wonderful. Is this what it feels like to buy a home? Doubt, fear, elation and hope?