Oh my god, people. I’m going to be a homeowner. (My husband insists on saying ho-meow-ner, but I refuse to humor him.) We’ve rented all our adult lives, but he graduated college in December, and went from an internship to a full-time position at his company, and we started looking at houses. We put a bid in on Monday, it was accepted Tuesday, and we have the Home Inspection tomorrow. We’re closing later this month and I am SO. RIDICULOUSLY. EXCITED. Our roommates have applied for a nearby apartment – they’ll probably move before we do, actually.

I can’t wait to not have roommates anymore.

The house is gorgeous, a recently remodeled 1920 Colonial. 4 bedrooms, 2.5 bathrooms – a bathroom on EVERY FLOOR! (Our bedroom is currently in the basement, and we have to go up to the main floor to use the bathroom.) The master bedroom is on the main floor, so less stairs if I’m having a bad knee day. The washer and dryer are on the second floor, which is unfortunate, but I’ll deal with it.

And it’s on almost half an acre! We need to put in a garage, a deck, and a hot tub. There’s even room to put in a pool eventually.

So the husband and I have been freaking out because holy crap, we’re buying a house! This is huge.

I’ll try to get some posts scheduled out ahead of time so the blog is still active while we move, but if I miss a few days in late February/early March, it’s because we’re moving! I haven’t quite figured out where I’m putting a reading nook in the new place, but there are some options.

I know I’m rambling a bit. But AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH BUYING A HOUSE.