I'm in the midst of one of those pivotal moments in a person's life - when big changes are happening - working on buying a house! We've met with the realtor, gone through a mortgage broker, made an offer, etc. My take on all of it is that I feel like such a *grown up* - which is pretty incredible, when I consider the fact that I am thirty-six years old, and have officially been an adult for half of my life.
I am beyond excited about the house happening. Of course, like all metaphorical chickens, I can't count it until it's hatched, but I feel pretty good. That might just be my optimistic nature talking.
It's this whole adult concept that's throwing me for a bit of a loop. I wonder if it's some "millennial" thing - where, despite the fact that I pay my bills, have had the same job for thirteen years, have raised another human being to the point that she is almost a legal adult, etc. etc., I still feel like I'm a twelve-year-old version of myself in a mid-thirties costume. I've got my glasses, my cardigan and top that totally match (for real, they are a set), I'm wearing one of my four pairs of black 'office shoes' and my pants are wrinkled - due to a long standing belief that ironing is for losers, and people who make quilts (FYI - people who make quilts are NOT losers, I have counted myself among their ranks in the past).
Well world, get ready for grown up Jessy to come out and play! I'm nervous at going "public" (read: posting it on facebook) about the house - and will most likely wait until we've actually got the keys in our hot little hands. For now - the seller has verbally accepted our offer, and is signing paperwork with the realtor today.
I am beyond excited about the house happening. Of course, like all metaphorical chickens, I can't count it until it's hatched, but I feel pretty good. That might just be my optimistic nature talking.
It's this whole adult concept that's throwing me for a bit of a loop. I wonder if it's some "millennial" thing - where, despite the fact that I pay my bills, have had the same job for thirteen years, have raised another human being to the point that she is almost a legal adult, etc. etc., I still feel like I'm a twelve-year-old version of myself in a mid-thirties costume. I've got my glasses, my cardigan and top that totally match (for real, they are a set), I'm wearing one of my four pairs of black 'office shoes' and my pants are wrinkled - due to a long standing belief that ironing is for losers, and people who make quilts (FYI - people who make quilts are NOT losers, I have counted myself among their ranks in the past).
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| Artist's Rendering of Me |
I'm planning on trying to document the whole process on here. I will have to write up a big long explanation of the over two hour process of meeting with the mortgage broker, and the ridiculousness that meant we had to offer more than we wanted to because the amount of our mortgage was too SMALL for any lenders to consider us, but that's for another day. Today, I will languish in the joy of being a REAL grown up.
1 comment:
Being an adult is way overrated. It is not as fun as it was supposed to be! I smiled at the artist drawing of yourself. The description to go along with it was great as well! Congratulations on purchasing your home! I hope it is all you dreamed it to be and more!
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