The Best Is Yet To Come

So after weeks of waking up every single morning to peruse the new home listings and the daily price changes, after groups of days of arguing with the Boyfriend about whether or not we provided a seller with a good offer, after the frustration of waiting for the house that we could one day call home... we have finally found a house!

AND let me tell you... the stress over the months of home searching were starting to wear on me so bad that I often considered forfeiting, saying fuck it and building an addition on our tiny, tiny apartment and living there for the next 30 years until we had 8 kids and then we could simply tie up the homeowners and move into the first and second floor apartments too.

ALAS, it appears that when you run out of energy and you think that giving up is just inevitable, you find it in yourself to give your dream one last push and sometimes that one last push puts you exactly where you need to be. "This is a test, this is only a test"... fuckers.

Ok, so here are a few pictures of our new house. I've turned stalker the last few days and can't help but drive by the house regularly and gawk... unbelieving that it's MINE (ok, ok, ours, whatever!) I can't wait to open that door for the first time and drink a glass of wine in my empty house while I dream up color schemes and play the radio loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Mm Hmm...

Oh and on a separate note, when you are notably stressed out DO NOT allow your siblings to catch on. Why, you ask? Oh because your sister will be that asshole that combs through your hair and goes "You must be stressed, I see your first gray hair".... well, I guess she will always be THAT asshole ;-)