I See the Finish Line

Well, all the house wrangling is rapidly coming to a close. We’re meeting with the mortgage guy this Wednesday to finalize all the paperwork on our loan. The close dates on both the house we’re selling and the one we’re buying are set for March 11…that makes 18 days until the big move day.

We’ve started packing. We have a lovely wall of boxes built up in the hallway. I think last count put the packed box total at something close to 20. And this is just stuff that we don’t touch on a weekly basis. I didn’t think we’d accumulated so much crap in the last nine years, but I guess we have.

I’m trying to get as much house moving stuff taken care of as I can, but I’ve run into a harsh realty. The embodiment of this reality is the tenant currently living the house we’re supposed to move into on March 11. I’ve called a couple of places trying to get the necessities like electricity, water, and cable transferred to the new house, with no success. It seems I have to wait until the current residence decides to cancel all his services before I can do anything. Apparently the soon-to-be out on the street tenant doesn’t care if I have running water and heat on March 11. I suppose I wouldn’t care either.

Impatience

Well, we’ve made an offer on a house. We’re calling it the compromise house because its the first one we saw that we were both okay with.

We should find out sometime today whether or not our offer was accepted. I hate all the waiting. My blood pressure has to be through the roof. My head swims and my stomach twists into knots when I think of all the things that need to be done between now and March 11 (which is when we close on the house we’re selling). If all goes well with the offer we’ve made, we’ll also close on the house we want to buy on March 11 (which will mean I have even more to do between now and then).

I can’t wait for all this house stuff to be over with. Weeks of not being able to follow my normal routine tends to make me cranky or, should I say, extra-cranky.

Strange, But True

I just found out that my opinion ranks pretty much near the bottom in the house making decision. Let’s see who gets more say than me? Well, my husband of course, then his parents, then his co-workers, then his co-workers’ spouses, then some casual aquaintences (of my husband of course, not mine), then I guess my opinion comes into play.

However, please don’t let that stop you. If you have an opinion about where I should live, please post it in comments. I’ll make sure my husband reads it. Because when it comes right down to it, we really want you, the casual web reader, to be happy about where my family will live.

We all know that any of the things I find important to consider when buying a house are all purely emotional and entirely too selfish. I mean, who really who cares about where their house is. Is the drive between home and work really something you should consider? No, because quite honestly you only make that drive twice a day, five days a week.

Please, tell me where I should live, I’m far to irrational to make that decision for myself. Oh yea, and I’m lazy. I never did anything to care for or improve the house we just sold, so quite naturally I shouldn’t be expected to do anything in my new house. You’ll definitely want to remember that when you’re picking something out for me.

Oh, and when you’re finished finding me a house, please balance my checkbook.

The Continental Divide

I believe that searching for the house we can live happily ever after in is actually going to be what ends my marriage. At the very least, the kids are going to need loads of therapy once house hunting is all said and done with.

In my mind, I’ve found what I want to live in for the next 30 years. The house I don’t mind working on and turning into the perfect home for me. Said house is not the perfect house for my husband. You do the math. Somethings going to give and either way it isn’t going to be pretty.

A Place for Me

I saw the house I want to live in today. It needs some updating, but it doesn’t appear to have any major structural damage. It has a pool, which we weren’t looking for in a house, but the more I think about it, the more I like the idea of having one. The husband is more cool on it than me. The house isn’t perfect, but I can see myself turning it into the perfect house for me.

I’m a Follower

I lead the karate class through warm-up and basics yesterday. I felt bad for the adults in class. I had to ask for help with Korean commands, and take suggestions from them on what we could do next. Sa Bum Nim was not in the building for most of my incredibly painful experience. It’s amazing how difficult it is to remember things we you have a group of people hanging on your every word.

Testing is tomorrow. I go back and forth between not being worried at all and being terrified. If all goes well at testing, I’ll be a red built sometime in February. It’s a bit weird to think about.

We also officially put the house up for sale last night. I pray it won’t be months before we have a buyer…I don’t think I’ll be able to handle the stress.