A Surprisingly Sane Blog

While James was in Seattle last week for brutal geek interrogation, he took a little side trip with our Realtor to check out my (eh-hem *hint hint*) birthday present.  He had the opportunity to spend a hefty amount of time sniffing all the cracks and leaving nose prints on the windows, and he brought back a ridiculous amount of pictures (courtesy of my old camera, not my bad-ass one… he’s not really allowed to touch that one) for me to scrutinize.

There are definitely some parts of the house that need work.  An overgrown yard, an unfinished utility room, a few necessary fresh coats of paint,  and a bathroom that could really use upgrading (although not the one with the bear-claw tub… that one’s perfect just the way it is).  And a few other tidbits here and there that need a little help, of course.

However the upgrades that have been done in addition to some of the house’s original 1900 historic charm seem to give it the perfect combination of old-world character and modern amenities.  Don’t I sound like I know what I’m talking about?  I don’t, really.  I’ve just watched a bit of HGTV.

But anyway, James was pretty certain that I would love the house as much in person as I do by way of the pictures.  I trust him, believe it or not.  He actually picked out our current home, and he has good taste (except in women, poor guy… he clearly picked the crazy type).

Well, last night James received all of the necessary paperwork and sent it off for our loan officer in Washington to get us pre-approved for a loan.

And today?

We put an official offer on the house that I’ve been near-orgasming over for weeks on end.  The owners came back with a counter-offer that included only a few minor changes, and we just finished signing the paperwork to accept their counter-offer.

IN OTHER WORDS, WE JUST BOUGHT ANOTHER HOUSE, OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT.

Like, holy fucking crap.  Am I seeing that correctly?

Oh, and just to be sure that I find the house as drool-worthy as my husband does, part of James’ relocation package includes the company flying us out next weekend to go house-hunting… or, in our case, be present for the inspection.

Our closing date won’t be until mid-September. But if all goes well next weekend… you know that house I’ve been talking about nonstop?  Our little family will be moving into it in a month and a half.

Between James’ intense interview and new job, the fact that this house offer looks about 95% sealed, and the insane speed at which this has all happened, my head is spinning.

To think that at the beginning of this year I was at the lowest point imaginable, I cannot believe how incredibly blessed I really am.  From ending up in a mental health crisis center, going through hours of therapy each week,  enduring the painful weeks while my body and mind adjusted to necessary medication… to THIS.  Seeing how far we’ve come in the last nearly-eight months leaves me almost speechless.  Almost.  Of course, we’ve had to work our asses off to get to this point.  But still, it’s just amazing.

Excuse me while I go scream for joy into a pillow.  I just don’t know what else to do.

Current Mood: Esctatic

Tags: Seattle

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