Slightly longer story: I'm not sure where to start. I have to get this out before my 3 year old comes stumbling out from his nap.
I still am having a hard time believing we are first time homeowners. Granted there are more important things in life, I could die tomorrow and not be able to enjoy my "dream come true", it's not some people's idea of a "nice" house, homeownership is hard (I could refresh people's memories about the joys of low-budget renting!) etc etc etc. With our budget (low $100K) and living in a very "hot" real estate market, I was cautiously hopeful. We had been approved for a state, income-limited grant for first time buyers, our tax return was coming and we were hoping for a shot at putting a small down payment on a home of our own. We started looking at houses which were 99 percent in undesirable areas.
Late February a listing came up in a nearby town, next county over, which happens to be a town we felt we could pretty much forget about. It's where a lot of young families are moving, good school district, houses snatched up within hours of being listed with multiple offers etc. Anyway this house was in a shabby (but in a good way, not a drive-by shoorting way) part of town with older, smaller houses. I figured we still had no chance.
Well closing day was one week ago. I felt like I couldn;t talk about it here because I was overwhelmed with the closing process and how they make sure you know anything could go wrong.
I am gleefully putting together a to-do list, and even though I'm recovering from pneumonia (I have no idea how it happened but here I am on "atomic bomb" antibiotics as the doctor called them) I can't want to roll up my sleeves with DH and kids and make that place a home. Move in is later this month. I started to be okay with DH and I being early 40's/ late 30's (respectively) and home ownership never happening. Can't help but wonder if that's part of it, but whatever it is, why ever this happened, it's wonderful.
Edited by pinkmint, 06 April 2017 - 05:58 PM.