A month or two ago, I blogged, incredibly disappointed about a big announcement I’d wanted to make.
We found a house in a really cute area of town, went to go ahead and sign on the dotted line, and we couldn’t do it.
At some point during the process, it started to appear that the purchase we were about to make was not smart as far as our cash was concerned, and we had to back out of the deal. I was sad, just because I’d started to envision our lives in the house, but it was the best thing for us.
So in the mean time, we’ve been searching high and low for a house. There was the house of horrors on Peartree. I never saw this house, but Austin visited a home where the poor woman living there was an actual hoarder. There was also this house that looked so so cute on the outside, but was so 90s inside, that everything in the home would have to be replaced should we ever want to have people over or you know, sell it.
So the process has been really annoying and nothing at all like it is on Million Dollar Listing. I think part of the unpleasant parts of looking for a house also were fueled by the fact that I’m completely over renting. But I digress.
So all that to say is.
We’re under contract on a house.
WE ARE UNDER CONTRACT ON A HOUSE.
And I ain’t no fool, so I’m not gonna post the address. But what I WILL do is show you my favorite part of the house.
The kitchen, the kitchen, the kitchen! That island is NO joke, and I cannot wait to put my dips on it. Dips is what I’m excited about people. Lining dips down the counter maybe a casserole or two, while my friends laugh with champagne flutes. We don’t drink out of champagne flutes, but you get it.
Gah so excited!