Hasn't sunk in...
In the midst of my trial last week, my mother calls to tell me that she's found an amazing loan program for me. 4% interest on a 5/1 arm, with the loan company paying up to $5000 in closing costs. It was just too good of a program NOT to buy something this weekend. So, I set off on Saturday with the boyfriend and the realtor to find something. Anything. And on house #9, I struck gold.
It's an adorable 2 bedroom, 1 bath bungalow. Built in 1950. Very small, but very adorable. All hardwood floors except for the tiled kitchen and bath. A beautiful fenced yard. Big trees. A nice wooden deck and a stone patio below that. It's just absolutely the cutest house you've ever seen.
And it's mine. Or at least, it will be mine as of June 30th.
I can't wait to paint, decorate, garden, and all the other fun piddling around that comes with owning a home. I am going to have to buy a lawn mower. A grill. New furniture, and perhaps a hammock. Some have suggested a hot tub even.
It hasn't fully sunk in yet just what an exciting, important, big step this is... but I do feel a little more grown-up, a little more stable suddenly.