On Friday, we’re moving.
As in, we’re buying a house!
She’s beautiful, really. Big and old and lots of wood and built-ins and a renovated kitchen and bathrooms. Three bedrooms, a bathroom on each floor, second floor laundry (yes in a 101-year-old house…stories), a nice back yard and a two car garage. Walk to the end of our driveway and, “lakeviews.”
All of our stuff–for me, eight years worth of stuff–is packed and ready to go. Our closing is Friday morning and our families will be here shortly thereafter to help with heavy lifting. We are moving. It’s surreal.
This is a house we picked out together, fell in love with immediately and fought damn hard to get. The story, these days, laughable. Between selling the condo and then not selling the condo and then re-accepting an offer again, it’s been a process and a half. Lots of prayers, and tears and moments of pure, “WTF?” have occured around here lately.
We’ve spent our last six weeks crying, caving and asking so many questions. More questions than I think we’ve ever asked anyone or about anything, and if you add up all the years we both spent as reporters, that’s a lot of questions.
And still, this was hard. We didn’t have an easy road, we just didn’t. We ran in to so many situations and scenarios that normal home-buyers and sellers do not. But, now that it’s so close to the end we can taste it, we’re finally relaxing and celebrating. Like, I’m drinking a whole bottle of wine right this second.
The last six weeks of our lives has tested more than our sanity, they’ve tested us. I’ve always appreciated when married people tell me about situations where it was hard. And so I’m telling you, this was hard on us. Decision-making during quasi-crisis makes you rely on each other in ways you can’t really fathom you’ll have to. And then subsequently question every choice just made. I’m fully aware, there’s more of this in life–in marriage. And having been through the crazy that has been our lives, that scares me right now. But, it’s life. And marriage. And reality.
Come Friday, we turn a page and begin a new chapter of our lives. A chapter that’s been on the horizon–so deeply anticipated–for so many months. We are buying our first house. Even better, this is truly my first house; I’ve never lived in a structure without shared walls. Ever.
“Life is too short to wait.”
And so we’re not. Moving Day is in three days!