I’ve been reluctant to talk about this too much, considering the amount of tenuous back-and-forthing that’s needed to be done to actually lock down the expected results, but Arlene and I have bought a house. After a full five attempts at buying various nice houses, we’ve finally, finally managed to secure one for our very own bad selves.
I am so very, very relieved that this process is over with. I don’t think we settled for a second-rate house – the place does need a coat of paint, and it needs it judiciously selected and carefully applied by somebody whose optical apparatus can process the entire spectrum of available colors, not just the ones that looked OK-I-guess on some long-forgotten home show’s remaindered rack back in 1985, all these things are true. But it is structurally sound, correctly wired and (score!) appears to have wall-to-wall carpet covering pristine, untouched hardwood through most of the house.
So, it’s a very cute little house, is all I’m saying. Small, yes, but three bedrooms, a finished basement, a cold-storage room and a garage.
But let me tell you: buying a house, as a process, sucks. In the beginning you are full of optimism, resolved to find a place of your very own, to humbly adorn and walk around in without pants with impunity. At the end of it you end up with a house and, hey, that’s fantastic. But the intermediate stage is interminable weekends of dragging your ass around to dozens of crappy open houses, sporadically offering staggering sums of money for sparse gems that never seem quite compelling enough to offer staggering sums of money for and sitting at home on a Tuesday night wrapped in the awkward silence of anticipation and long odds, wondering if the place was really worth what you offered, until your agent calls to tell you that somebody else thought the places was worth eighty thousand dollars more than you did.
We put down, how many? Five offers? Six? Did I mention that I’m glad to see the back of that?
Let me make that point again, then.
We take possession May 15th, and that’ll be a good day; we’re moving on the 19th, and when that day comes we’ll be soliciting the usual many hands to make the light work and warm the house, all at the usual beer-and-barbecue exchange rates. More on that soon!