House Hopes

Ben and I have been on the hunt for the perfect house since moving home in August. Now, don't let that sentence mislead you. We haven't looked every weekend... more like two (or possibly three) times.

No need to wear ourselves out or overdo it. Slow and steady wins the race, right?

The first time we looked at houses was right before Thanksgiving. We saw some nice ones, but none worth five years of savings.

I felt like Goldilocks as we wandered through homes. Some were too big, some were too small. Some were too busy, some were too bare. None were just right.

Then, the holidays came, which really slowed our hunt.

We didn't look again until a few weeks ago, in February. I'm pretty sure our realtor thought we'd either given up or permanently moved in with our parents (the latter crossed my mind a few times).

The second time, we looked at a few houses, not totally sold on anything, until... we looked at the last house of the morning. It had just gone on the market and we were the first people to look at it.

We all gasped, awestruck, as soon as we walked in the door. The house was amazing! Our realtor immediately turned to us and mouthed, "Get it. Get it!"

Ben and I just nodded, speechless.

The house surpassed every dream. We felt giddy and sick with excitement. We loved it!

Fast forward to now... Ben and I may soon own that house! We signed the final contract, passed the home inspection, got an appraisal, and now just need the bank to process the loan. We are so close to becoming homeowners.

For the next few days, we will keep our toes and fingers (and legs and arms and eyes) crossed.