The things you do on a whim

I have always wanted to own a house.  But the reality is I move too much.  And when it comes time to move it is so much easier to leave an apartment then to sell a house.  But I need to settle.  I need to stay put.  I need buy a house.

So one day at lunch I went out for a sandwich and ended up a real estate office.  That Saturday we did a tour of local houses.  There are 46 houses for sale in my price point in the town I wanted to be in.  We picked my top 8 choices and saw them all in one day.  Ladybug did not like this.  The following Tuesday I saw 2 more houses.  Of the 10 houses I saw I was considering 2 of them after the first showing. 

I decided to see both a second time.  Ladybug decided she hated one of them because she fell down the basement stairs.  She decided the only solution was to actually blow up the house.  In the end I decided that the better option was to just take the house off the list.  I mean, it had a lot of nice qualities and some features I really liked but it was listed for a much higher price than I thought it was worth. 

Down to 1 house.  To buy or not to buy?  What should I do?  Making these kinds of decisions is really hard all alone.  I asked for advice from my parents (all 3) and they all took the fifth.  Not very helpful.  So I asked to see the house for a third time.

I decided to buy the house.  But a complication came up.  I wasn't sure some of my furniture would fit in the house.  I have absolutely huge bedroom furniture.  So I decided that I would get rid of it.  I decided to take my mother's furniture -- since she is becoming a nun and all.  This was a hard decision for me because I love my furniture.  I mean I have moved the ridiculously large furniture several times -- including 700 miles in one direction and 700 miles back.  It fits me.  But it is just furniture.  So I could put on my big girl panties and get rid of it.

I mentioned this to Ladybug.  And I full on sobbing break down happened.  Why in the world would getting rid of my bed have an affect on her?  She said she wouldn't move if I got rid of my bed.  She said she was fine with not having a pet (her one main focus for 3 years now) if I would keep my bed.  She was willing to compromise by me putting my bed in storage for her to use as an adult.  What was going on?  And then I realized that my bed must be her security blanket.  It is the one thing she can trust will be there for her no matter what.  She has slept in it every night for the almost 7 years.  She feels safe there. 

So I had a decision to make.  Buy the house and deal with her meltdown.  Or not buy the house and let an 8.5 year old make a major life decision for me.  So I asked to see the house one more time. This time I took a measuring tape.  I measured all (and I mean ALL) of my furniture before going.  And I figured out a furniture layout that would allow me to put all my furniture in the house.

So I bought a house.  Well, almost.  I am in process.  The closing is scheduled for August 13th.  Fingers crossed.

It is a small house (obviously).  828 square feet.  1 bathroom.  2 bedrooms.  Open layout.  Wonderful basement.  Very little land (I hate yard work).  No garage.  At the end of a dead end street.  On a hill.

I think I will paint it purple.

Mean Mama