Friends, family, loved ones, lurking internet strangers……mark your calendars!
Because we close on our perfectly imperfect house FRIDAY, MAY 25TH!!!
I know, say what? say what?!! I hear you sputtering with disbelief and shocked concern – and I want to reassure you – but first, let’s start with how this week played out, specifically with the big inspections. (oooohhh!! Excitement!)
On Tuesday, we had three home inspections performed: a general inspection, a pest inspection and a radon inspection. Here’s a great blog post from Young House Love (my imaginary friends) all about radon, in case you haven’t heard of it.
The radon and pest inspections checked out A-OK. Hurray!
The general home inspection? Well,…it wasn’t quite so pretty. But it’s also a much more comprehensive inspection. (Duh.) It didn’t reveal anything shocking or structurally concerning. It just affirmed – in writing, gulp! – what we already knew.
Dude, this house is older and in need of some significant TLC.
Major components (like the furnace, A/C unit, siding) are looking a little worn for the wear and their respective ages. Which means some of these things could last us another eight years….or eight days. You just don’t know. Last but not least, the inspector kindly listed (ok, he’s mandated by law) all the 4.7 million tiny repairs needed.
Naturally, we were overwhelmed. It’s hard not to read an ENTIRE list of things a home needs and not hear the
faint deafening sound of the cash register or feel a bit terrified nervous.
You do realize an unchecked list elevates my blood pressure, right? Have I mentioned that it’s a great deal? Because it is. It’s a killer deal. That reminder is more for me than you.
But we slept on it and then surprise, surprise – talked things over. Aaa-gain. It also helped that we emailed our entire inspection report to some handy-dandy friends (Shout out to J&D!) who just, you know, build houses by themselves, for their thoughts. With their reassurance that things really weren’t that bad – just a lot of elbow grease! – we had our final answer, Regis.
We wanted this baby.
And here’s why.
First off, there’s the are the basics, your more pragmatic items. We love the location, love the layout, LOVE the price, LOVE the location, love the private lot, love that it’s a blank slate.
And then there’s the deeper stuff, that only our dramatic selves would create. Fears about changing plans, of breaking “the rules,” of buying a money pit. Fear of regret. Of risk.
Fear of Change.
I am a planner by nature. I love lists and making plans, following through on said plans, having back up plans and then a spare set of plans, for just in case. I work in freaking banking compliance yall! To put it mildly, RULES AND I GET ALONG.
Somanna appreciates order and stability too. We’re both cautious by nature. I mean – hello, it took us four years to work up the nerve to go on a date and then five years to get hitched.
Impulsive we are not, my young Jedi.
There are benefits to these traits – I’m not knocking them. It serves us (and most folks) well. It’s prudent to plan; pragmatic to prepare.
But it can also be…stifling. Limiting. Entrapping.
Our last trip to India sparked something. A desire to live more boldly. More authentically. We abandoned “the plans” to go to India last winter and you know what? It was TOTALLY WORTH IT! Sorry to get all preachy on yall and turn this post into an Oprah moment, but life is too short to waste and too long to be unhappy.
Sure we could stay longer in our apartment and finish off my pesky student loan. Yet this house fell into our lap, albeit somewhat prematurely, but it’s still do-able in a sound and responsible manner. It just means I’ll have my student loan a bit longer. So we traded that goal for another one: making a home.
Sometimes you have to follow the heart lines on your hand. And that’s exactly what we’re doing.
It feels fantastic.