YaYa Princess

It started out as curiosity, looking at places.  We originally found the most precious condo that had been in an old character filled building but with all the new bells and whistles.  That’s how it started.  Then we learned about FHA’s, and all that went along with loans.  And we quickly realized we would need to move a little further out in order to get more than a closet for our money.

Almost by a fluke we found it.  The boy had been to an open house while I was out of town, which consequently was purchased immediatly.  So then the boy took me to another property when I got home, and though it wasn’t a place we would have purchased, he wanted me to see the layout since all the layouts are basically the same.  The neighborhood also happens to be one where friends of ours live.  When we got home that day, the boy actually found the property online and we found out we had missed the open house…by ONE STREET.

Tuesday we headed out to check the houe out with our realtor Peter.  I got stuck on freakin’ Glebe road so the boy was there with Peter checking it out while I trudged through traffic.  It about did me in!  When I got there Peter said “this place has already been bought” and my heart sank.  I had been checking it every 30 mins for 3 days to make sure a contract hadn’t yet gone through.  Then he quickly corrected himself-he meant that the boy had decided to purchase it, not that it had been purchase.  Oy.  I ran through the house trying to take it all in.  I was in love.  We decided to make an offer that was a little in excess, figuring that the owners would probably feel like they should counter, and thereby keeping us in our comfort zone.  Sure enough, they liked the offer but wanted to counter-and we countered back.  On October 22nd at 10:00pm we got the word.  They accepted.

Throughout the whole process with this particular home, somehow it always just felt right-I actually felt calm (relatively ).  Sure we still have the home inspection, and then there’s the “lets close, move in and then drive 14 hours to Mississippi” fiasco, but really I just feel good.  And I cannot wait to get my hands on my two white rocking chairs for my most perfect front porch.

And just like, we’re heading towards our first home.  Joyful.

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