We Found It!

Two Sunday's ago, literally by a miracle, we found a house to rent. Everything else we had looked at was either way over our budget or too old (and me saying that means something because I LOVE old things). We had been house searching for a month and had come up with nothing. The longer we stayed at my parents house the more I was convinced we’d never be able to move out on our own ever again. A little over dramatic, I know. Thankfully through prayers and a very social mother, we found our new home.

This house was still undergoing renovations when we found it. The inside of the house burned down two years ago, so it was basically a shell. The owner I spoke to was really sweet, and she let us know everything about the house. She told me they had all of the paper work to show me that the house was being completely renovated from the floor up. Seeing as how we had a daughter she wanted to make sure that we knew this house would be safe and that they would make sure it passed all inspections before we moved in. When I explained our situation, she told me that they would hire some extra help and have it finished by the 15th. And then she told me the price and I almost hugged her! I was ready to sign a lease right then and there, but I figured I should let my husband see it first since he knows more about structures than I do.

The next day, the owner left the house unlocked so we could look at it and speak freely without her there. At first glance my husband was really skeptical. He had left the whole “find a new house” up to me since I’m usually pretty picky, but when I mentioned that the house had once burned down he wasn't too thrilled. Or confident in my house hunting capabilities. But with some reasoning I think he finally came around. He spoke to the owners about a corner of the living room being a bit un-level, and they promised to even it out as much as they could (the soil the house is on sinks a bit so shifting of the foundation occurred a long time ago). Other than that, he realized he had no other issues. The house was great! It was within our monthly price range, perfect size, and right outside of town. Emery had already claimed her room, and the owners told us to stop by at anytime to see how the house was coming along. So, we gave them our deposit that day.

Since then, I've been so excited! We were finally going to have our own space again. Our own house, our own privacy. I love my parents to death, but space is a good thing. Really! So why is this the first time you've heard of this? Well, I hadn't mentioned anything on here before because I didn't want to jinx it. With our luck, something (like another ice storm) would happen and the finish date would be pushed back. Or the owners would decide that they didn't like us and refuse to rent to us. Maybe they’d decided that rent was too low and up the price? Or maybe I’d lose my job and we’d be back on a single income? I know, I know. It was highly unlikely. Well, the first one was plausible seeing as how the weather has a mind of its own these days. But still, I was afraid that something would go wrong.

Until this past Saturday!! On Saturday we signed all of the paperwork and we started moving in on Sunday!! We don't have a lot of stuff, so the move should continue to be pretty easy. And I'm also using this time to purge everything that we don't need. Since my parents are talking about getting rid of the double wide altogether, whatever stays will be trashed. It actually feels pretty liberating. And this move was one of my main inspirations for the next goals I have planned for myself. But that's a subject for another post! Until then, here's to new beginnings!