"Cute! I want to live there!" I exclaimed. My parents agreed it was a lovely little complex.
Over the last year I thought about those apartments a lot. Sometimes if I was in the neighborhood I'd drive by just to look at them. Once when my sister was in the car I drove her down that street. "I want to live there." I said, pointing.
And then one day when I passed there was a for sale sign. I had been looking at houses the last few months with my family, but everything in my price range was either really far away or needed so many thousands of dollars and hundreds of hours of work that it just didn't seem plausible. I looked up the listing of the complex and found that not only was the place a two bedroom that had just come down in price, it also had vaulted ceilings and a fireplace. I jumped up and down, called my realtor and we went and looked at it that day.
The last several months have been a nearly non stop series of paperwork, phone calls, hoops to jump through, copious amounts of stress and quite a few frustrated tears. But finally. Finally. The pieces of the puzzle got themselves put together (and I mean literally just a few hours before closing) and they handed me the keys.
It's mine. My perfect new home.
There are still tears, but now they are of happiness, excitement and gratitude.
A huge amount of thanks is due to my family who not only put up with my fretting for the last few months, but have been a constant source of support for me before and after this purchase.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
You'll have to forgive light posting this week as I am up to my elbows in paint and other little projects, but that'll all be over soon and King and I will be able to enjoy our new space. Photos to come.