For this week’s adventure I’ll be doing something I’ve never done before – something not everyone has the opportunity to do in their lifetime, something the average person only once or twice on their lives – close on a home.

Our first home.

My husband has been talking about owning a house since our first date. Not us owning a house since then – he’s not that crazy. But it’s been a lifelong dream of his. He’s always wanted a fixer upper.

And we’re getting him one this week.

The process has been awful for lack of a better word. House hunting in the greater Boston area is insane right now. Horrible little homes are going for $100k over asking, over night. The market is insane and it’s been so emotional (for me) navigating it. It’s also been incredibly humbling because we are faced with recognizing what we can and cannot afford – and in this process, also reflecting on how fortunate we are to be able to even consider affording such homes when so many across the world don’t have such an opportunity.

A grad school friend told me that house hunting was like a being in a relationship, and I can’t believe I didn’t equate it sooner. House hunting – dating around – the early search, seeing what feels right to you, what has the characteristics you want, what boxes it checks off. Putting an offer in – putting a title on your relationship – is a big commitment, but there’s still time to back out. Putting your deposit down and signing your purchase and sale – getting engaged – is a huge commitment. You can still back out, but you only reach this point when you can see your life together, see raising a family, taking care of each other, growing old together. It’s also like a relationship in that sometimes it doesn’t work out. Other offers get put in on your dream house, and even though you’re perfect for each other, the seller – likely that jerk from college – decides it’s not meant to be and chooses someone else. And it’s devastating, because you checked your commute time, you loved the yard, you envisioned where your Christmas tree would be.

So after all this, were on the home stretch – fast approaching the wedding. I’m hesitant to tell many people – I guess, except for all of you here – because it could still go wrong. After months and months of searching, were so close, and I’m so nervous it’s going to fall apart. But, were scheduled to close. We know the day. We had the inspection, got our mortgage, sent in the down payment. We just have to sign.

I’ll let you know how it goes.

Published by pauseforprosecco

A Boston girl who loves her pearls. Follow along with me as I balance a busy schedule and try to incorporate one new adventure a week into my life!

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