You guys, this is happening so fast! Seriously, just two weeks ago my husband and I thought we were moving out of Atlanta, in search for greener grass on the other side, and in that time we’ve not only decided to stay, but I think we may have found us a house too! To buy. Like for real grownups. With a mortgage and everything (ack!). We saw it Tuesday and fell in love. Like the kind of love where I couldn’t fall asleep that night, then woke up way too early with my mind buzzing of renovation ideas, projects, decorations, etc, decided to get up to make eggs and then stopped after I had cracked five eggs in the pan and realized I only wanted two but was so preoccupied with thoughts that I just kept cracking eggs. It’s like that. You know how there’s such a thing as pregnancy brain? I think this is first-time-homebuyers-brain.
So this morning, bright and early and right in the middle of prime rush hour traffic, we are driving in to the city to see it again and let my dad have a look-see. He’s a home inspector and although this won’t be a real, full blown house inspection, he can at least tell us if something might be horribly wrong or our renovation ideas are way too far fetched. In which case my hopes and dreams would be crushed, but I would at least be happy to know now rather than after we’re much further in the process.
Wish us luck! Send us some good vibes, wish on a fallen eyelash, or send a quick happy thought to the real estate gods for us because this house is awesome and I would do one heck of a home tour once we’re settled. :)