It’s happened. Probably the most scary thing I have ever started as an adult. I never really imagined myself doing this and even now, it seems so ridiculous and far-fetched. The mixture of excitement and sheer terror is sort of nauseating as I am about to type out the words and officially admit to being a full-fledged grown up.
We’re buying a house.
Okay, not tomorrow and certainly not for many months now, but if you’ve ever purchased a home… well, you know we’re in this for the long haul. We bounced the idea around carefully and realized: we both really want this, it makes sense, it’s financially feasible.
Our apartment lease is up in April and if you remember, we’ve had a lot of problems with this apartment falling apart and maintenance not being of much help. And despite the fact that they finally fixed the tiles in the guest bathroom, it looks horrible and part of the caulk has already cracked again and the tiles are starting to fall off in the master bathroom. I’m sort of just over it. I’d rather pay someone to fix issues like this properly or fix them ourselves.
Right now, everything is very early stage. We’re discussing how much we can really afford (not just what we glamorously have concocted in our heads), our likes and dislikes as well as what we really think is important in a house. We’ve been looking around our area using Zillow and fortunately, I’m seeing a lot of potential.
Jeremy and I are both very excited and I think mostly on the same page. I tend to be very cautious about the money thing and feel a lot of worry over loans and such. He seems a great deal more confident about it, so I’ll just let him do his thing. Apparently he has a Realtor friend in the area, so I suppose things just got even more real and serious. I’m terrified…
So there’s that. Grown up stuff.
Do you have advice? Because I think I could use some…