Still Don't Know What I Was Waiting For

We're putting an offer on a house today.  Last night, after we left the our realtor's office, where we signed all the offer paperwork, and after we spent some time and a glass of wine and some spinach toasted raviolis listening to EB at Hammerstone's, I said as we got out of the car on our street, "I've never lived anywhere as long as I've lived here."  I haven't.  My parents were in the Air Force and we settled in Belleville when I was 13.  We lived in two houses between that time and the time I left for college.  Then I left for college.  Until December of 2000, the longest I'd ever had one address was four years. 

Buying a house is more of a commitment than marriage.  Blocker and I discussed this yesterday walking home from the Stadium.  Can you imagine if you wanted a divorce, but you had to wait for someone to take your spouse off your hands first?

In some ways, I'll be a little relieved if our offer isn't accepted.  I thought I'd have more time before I felt overwhelmed.  But, I do love this house.  It's big, it has not one, but two jetted tubs, four toilets, a pretty big kitchen, two decks, a small yard, patio, a large basement for storage and a garage.  In the city.  A garage.  Berkeley lives down the block, it's closer to work (as if I could get any closer) and, like Blocker, who saw the outside said, "It's solid."

I don't think we're going to be able to do better than this.  I'm still overwhelmed, though.

Posted by: Book on 4/21/2008 7:17:41 AM , 4 comments