We put an offer in on a house last night. Last night I did not sleep very well. Numbers swam around in my head as I tried to figure out from which accounts to pull together our down payment, how much more we should offer if they don't accept this offer, how much faster we would build up equity if we did a 15 year instead of a 30 year, how I'm now going to pay for my LASIK surgery...
But in between those ugly financial thoughts I also allowed some other, more pleasant, considerations. Like where we would put all of our book shelves, what color we would paint the living room, the dining room, the bedrooms, and which room would be Ezra's playroom. And images of Ezra running up the street to the totally awesome playground or learning to ride his bike on the dead-end street punctuated those thoughts.
So IF our offer is accepted, and IF we actually manage to pull together the financing, and IF the crazy old lady who is selling the house (who did not LIKE our bank so wanted us to get another pre-approval from a different bank at 10:00 at night) doesn't pull any surprises at the closing, well, maybe those nice thoughts will come to fruition. If if if if if.
I'm SO so so excited and SO SO SO terrified and I think my head is just going to explode from all of it!
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