Holy cow. I did it. I did the big adulting thing. I bought an effing house. INSERT ALL THE WIDE-EYED EMOJIS!
Man, the past two months have been such a rollercoaster for me. Hence, my ghosting on this site for awhile. Though, I guess I’ve been absent most of the year, so…oops. I’m trying to get better, and that first step was creating a perfect writing space in the new place. But let me back up.
Back in July, I had a thought, and it went like this: “I hate my apartment. I hate walking up these stairs and I hate seeing Ginger trying to walk up these stairs and I pay way too much for a studio. I need to move.” And so, I began looking for a house to rent. As I began looking, I realized a couple of things: Rent was high, and inventory was low. Really low. And that’s due to me having a large dog and only looking in a specific area that I wanted to live in. This led me to my next thought: “I should just buy my own house, then I can do whatever I want and I bet it will be the same cost.” And thus, I fell down the rabbit hole of home searching.
I’m really lucky that I have friends who have been in the community their whole lives and could recommend a solid realtor who took me on and taught me everything I needed to know for this. I went from knowing next to nothing to knowing exactly what I wanted in about 3 weeks. I saw about a dozen houses via open houses, and walked through four with my realtor. The fourth was my house, and I knew when I walked in that I wanted it. It had everything I wanted, and thought it wasn’t exactly in the perfect location, it was in a location that I was still very happy with.
When I learned that my offer had been accepted, I felt excited and terrified at the same time. It’s actually something that I’m getting used to, oddly enough. I guess the things that push us forward are oftentimes the things that scare us the most, huh? As I moved through my 28 day closing timeline, the scary feelings subsided and the excitement settled further and further into my soul as I continued to realize that I could do this. I could be a single woman, with a dog, a career, and a house. I could be a single woman homeowner. It felt empowering.
I’ll never forget the feeling of being in my house for the first time alone. I’ll never forget the joy of holding those keys and knowing that they were mine. All mine.
It’s been about a month now that I have owned my house, and it’s been a complete joy to settle into my new life and routine. I’ve definitely been in nesting mode, and not been doing much else. I busted through unpacking in my normal “I-hate-boxes-lying-around” fashion, and I’ve rearranged various furniture a lot. I’ve also had fun shopping for new pieces to fill out my space. I have a ways to go, but I’m not in too much of a rush.
I hosted my first brunch with friends a week ago, and had a blast. I forgot how much I loved having people in my space, and it felt so good to feed people and just around talking.
I’m sure it goes without saying, but I feel I should also mention how much Ginger is loving our new life. She runs and plays every day in the grass and always finds some new smell to explore. We play chase a lot because she’s not really one to fetch balls or catch a Frisbee, but she’s getting a lot of exercise, and rolling in the grass a lot.
As I settle further in, I’m sure I’ll post more about the experiences I have here, the ways in which I decorate a space that I know I get to stay in indefinitely and all the challenges that come with home ownership, but for now, suffice it to say that I’m so happy I was bold enough to make this move. So far, it has been the best decision. My neighbors are great, my street is quiet, and I can do laundry whenever I feel like it!