Home isn't where you're from,
it's where you find light when all grows dark.
-Pierce Brown, Golden Son
I got these pictures from the home appraiser yesterday, probably because we close Thursday.
We close Thursday. Thursday, I will have a house. A place of light while all grows dark.
It was a long wait, but now it's over. This week, I will have a new home!
There's so much to be done. Just look at the place! Over the weekend, Josh and I showed up to the seller's yard sale incognito so we could look the place over again. Our realtors have been adamant about keeping buyer and seller separate, so we listened to them talk about selling the place and moving and the monster king size bed in the master and nodded and murmured sympathetic things. Josh bought a table saw that was left from the longtime owner. I bought some garden tools. Then we got back in the car, more excited than ever.
The last minute curve ball (and I'm told there always is one) is that the owner requested an additional three weeks after closing to vacate the property. We wanted to say no but couldn't, really. The elderly ladies who are moving are stressed enough as it is, and we were able to negotiate a better price in exchange for allowing them to stay past closing. So we get the keys and access to the house Thursday, but work can't begin until they leave. Or May 31. Whichever comes first.
It's okay. I have so much to do before then, and I'm used to the idea now. Week after Memorial Day. I can wait.
I can't believe the home adventure begins again so soon. I can't wait to take you inside! -Brin