Almost-Sorta-Kinda-Maybe Homeowners

After a week of haggling over the price of our potential new condo we have come to an agreement.  I’ve signed my life away and they are starting to take my money, so I assume that is a pretty good sign the place is ours, right?

I know I am supposed to be excited about all this, and I am, it’s just a little scary at the same time.  Last night, Charlie and I walked past the building and I started having major buyers remorse.  What if only old people live in the building?  Don’t get me wrong, I love old people but we are hoping to meet some younger folks to hang out with.  What if they have really stringent rules, like not being able to vacuum after 10pm?  What if Charlie isn’t openly accepted like he is in our current building?  What if it wasn’t the best financial decision?  We really wanted a balcony and won’t have one, will that be OK?  And so on, and so on…

Then Charlie and I got back after our long walk and I am reminded of all the reasons why we want to move.  Independence from our parents (Ben’s parents own our current place).  We want a place to call our own.  We need to make the investment sometime, so why not now.  We can hear everything our neighbors do, everything.  The nightly string of freight trains and the screeching Amtrak totally impedes my Sunday night TV watching ability.  And most of all, we will finally have an elevator that works!  The elevator was broken last night, just in time for me to be hauling up a load from Costco-including 2 gallons of milk and a massive dog bed.

I am sure it will be great.  Hopefully around 6.15 I will be reporting that we are officially homeowners.

Here is the place.