Last Wednesday Taciturn and I viewed four houses. One was the home of a smoker and the carpets were old and markedly filthy; another was way too small; one was very expensive yet needed extensive remodeling; the very last was breathtaking. It was the the third least expensive, immaculate, with custom draperies and other nice touches included. We went back to see it on Friday and placed an offer. We found out we were not the only ones enraptured by the house; another couple had placed an offer. We waited most of the day Saturday, then in the late afternoon, after a bit of dealing on the final price, learned the house was ours! Hurray!
We had partially started the financing process, and today T called to let our mortgage company know we had signed a contract on a house. After that, it only took 20 minutes for them to issue a loan on the condition we send in a few documents. That was it. Unless there are other snafus, we should be able to close before May.
The town in which we will live is the same town where the RevDrMom lived prior to seminary. On Palm Sunday I visited her former parish and liked it very much. Small world.
On the other home front, for two weeks no one has viewed the house we have for sale. We dropped the price a bit today to try to get people in the door to see it, and will drop it more if need be. We are more interested in getting rid of it than in making a lot of money.
A home in a place where no one told us we absolutely had to live. Amazing. Taciturn and I figured out how many times we have moved; I certainly win with eighteen moves since 1985. I'm tired of moving. It is time to sink my roots and live in a place without one foot out of the door.