I'll just cut to the chase and say: we're moving.
Not far. A mere 10 miles west, within the same city. I say, "moving' on up" because this house is more than twice the size as the home we currently live in. Yowza. I'm already having nightmares thinking about cleaning this beast.
It has 5 bedrooms and 3.5 bathrooms. Room to grow and room for guests, I suppose.
Because this was a short sale, buying this house has been a long and arduous process. We weren't even talking about buying a new home, but when looking out of curiosity - we saw this place and knew we had to go take a peek.
Immediately, I was drooling over the deck, views, and storage capabilities (and of course wondering where we would put our Christmas tree). Ryan was drooling over the basement man cave.
We made an offer on January 28th. The lender counter-offered 10 weeks later on April 8th, a pretty large jump from our offer. We counter-offered their counter-offer on April 9th, not much higher than our initial offer - fully expecting them to decline. So, you can imagine how shocked I was when on April 25th, I got an email from our relator saying that the lender accepted.
I was immediately excited with a large side of terrified.
The whole process had taken so long that I had sort of written it off and didn't expect anything to come of it. Maybe to protect myself from being disappointed if it didn't work out? I don't know. The whole time we were waiting to hear from the lender we were in a constant yo-yo, wondering if it was a smart decision, the right house, blah blah blah.
We knew we weren't in a position to sell our current home, and the idea of trying to find renters and be landlords terrified me even more. Like a super-sized side of terrified.
After several recommendations, we called a local property management group and signed an agreement for them to manage our property. Not kidding when I say that the lady came and took photos of our house on Wednesday night, had them posted on the internet Friday, and by Monday morning - our home had been shown and an application signed.
So, holy shit. That worked out well.
We close June 2nd.
I've spent the last few weeks tackling small projects around the house to get it ready for tenants, and packing/organizing a few boxes a night. Let me just say that trying to pack and "organize" is really, really hard with an inquisitive and mischievous little person running amok in the house. Can't wait for when I have to unpack and try to get a new house functional with my little tripping hazard.
The house needs a little TLC and some sewious counseling in interior paint, but otherwise, it's ready for the Peters family to make it our new (and for-ev-er) home. Needless to say after getting over the "oh, shits," we are super excited. I'm a little worried about how Cam will adjust to a new house and new bedroom, but I hope he surprises me.
I've decided I should not be allowed in Target, Home Depot, or World Market unsupervised for the next six months or so, because lately I look around and feel compelled to buy one of everything.
Kidding. Sort of.