Blending Together

I feel like I have seen a bajillion houses now, actuality is that we have seen like 5, but I have peeked in numerous windows and learned that almost no house is totally secure when someone is motivated to get a look inside. I am not saying that I am breaking and entering, however, on occasion I have been known to test the locking capability of a few windows here and there. The most humorous thing I find is when I gain access to a house that I hear Kendal crashing in behind me in a less subtle manner.  Always fun to see her half hanging in a window asking me for help,  I wonder what would happen if I left her to her own devices.  I would probably be going to the hospital! For me, not because she bit it onto the floor!

So I guess an update is in order? You would think that with a purchase this big and life changing I would be a little more discerning considering the circumstances, with almost every major purchase, I meticulously look into every little area to see if it is the correct purchase.  It seems with houses I have some sort of fire under my ass, because every time I see one I like, it immediately becomes a fire drill, and we have to immediately start the contract process.  I think this is two fold: 1) because Kendal is going to go into stress out melt down mode if we are not under contract in the next month with the impending end of the 8K tax credit 2) I believe there is a certain amount of inability to relax in a place that isn't truly your own. The first one is self explanatory.  While this has not come to fruition I know my girl and I can feel that magma starting to rise to the surface, like any dormant volcano, the pressure has to build before it can pass through the layers of earth that prevent it from exploding.  The steam has not yet begun to come out her ears, but I got the first warning sign the other day when she told me she was worried.  Doesn't sound like much, but worried with Kendal can turn into full blown Titanic like disaster if you don't plug the hole quickly. So for the sake of sanity and overall well being, my usual anal desire to dig right down to the foundations of the house myself has been replaced with a cursory overview of the rooms and hallways. I am not allowed to actually dig and I love my girl, and want to make her happy, so I will do whatever it takes, even if it means changing the way I conduct myself.  The second reason is that after 33 years I realize that I have never been able to do exactly what I wanted because I have never had a place of my own.  I am very relaxed in my parents house, but I grew up there, I am very relaxed at my brothers place because it is just a nice place to be, but I can't say that you are 100% at home until you pay the bills.  So that seems to be playing into my discomfort and impatience.

So we found a house we like and guess what it is in Roswell, yes the suburbs...ACCCCKKKK.  CALL THE NATIONAL GUARD! It's a nice neighborhood and it feels homey.  We are going to see two more this weekend and they are comparable so I will update you on what we find, but I think we are getting closer. I mean I gave away my life history to the mortgage guy the other day so that is at least progress.
Keep your fingers crossed, I think our dream house is out there, if it was completely my choice I would have scrambled the team and bid on the open house we saw, but then again I am only 49.9% of the decision making.

So wishing us good luck and happy hunting!