We took the plunge. We offered, they countered. We accepted. *eek*
Conditions are set to come off on September 6 with financing closing up the rear on September 8th. Oh. My. Gawd. That’s in a WEEK! To say that I’m nervous is an understatement.
This state of wait is killing me. I want to plan, I want to get pack, I want to get this ball a rollin’ but I don’t want to get too far into the process only to have to stop it all because of some hiccup. My hopes are high, my fear is high – I’m holding excitement at bay. Or at least I’m trying. I dont’ think it’s working.
I think we’re ready for this. I think we’re poised to move forward and I think that we would be oh so happy in the house. Wait, I don’t think – I know. I can feel it in my bones.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh…that was my cyber scream.
I’m feeling so stressed out right now. We put our offer in on the house last night. The stress of waiting, the debt, the anticipation…it’s going to kill me!
I want this so badly I could spit. I want to be out of the place I live in. I want to own my own home. I want to own THAT particular home. I could see our family living there. I could see my kidlets growing up and remembering that home. I can see us padding around in our socks. I can see us grumbling about the amount of housework. The repairs. The decorating. I can visualize it.
I also know that if it doesn’t work out, the let-down is going to be awful. The disappointment is going to batter my brain like no one’s business. That’s the part I’m afraid of. The disappointment.
We are much closer now than we have ever been. Offer is in. Down payment is in order. Financing *should* be a breeze..all that’s left is the Seller has to accept (or reasonably counter) and off we go.
The next two weeks just might be the most emotional weeks I’ve had in a long time.
I feel like I’m living in quick sand these past few weeks. We’re in the process of considering a house. Yes, just the consideration alone is a process. Then comes the buying process. Then the moving process. And so on…
I am not a “process” person. I like to make a decision and go with it. Waffling on my decisions is so not like me yet I can’t seem to escape it. One minute I want to buy this house; the next minute I see all the spare cash floating right on out the door and I completely change my mind.
I worry about so many different things. What if’s that I have no control over. What if Rob loses his job. What if I lose my job. What if something goes wrong with the house. What if, what if, what if…and I find that the what ifs don’t cover what if we’re fine? What if we’re happy there for many years. What if it’s the best financial decision we can make for our family.
The man and I have made it through so many adversities over the years. We’ve faced it all. Death, pregnancy, moving, job loss, parenting issues, the whole gamut. I’m sure we can survive homeownership.
I remember moving into the co-op. We always seemed to be waiting for the “landlord’s shoe” to drop. Three years later…the shoe hasn’t dropped yet. Why? Well, because we don’t have landlords. We ARE the landlords, it just takes a bit to remember that. If we buy this house, we really won’t have to wait or worry on anyone or anything but ourselves. It will really be OUR house. And that thought terrifies the be-jeesus outta me. How do I get over this fear?
I guess it’s a waiting game. A wait and see situation. Which I suck at.