For the last few months it's been bad news, after bad news, after more bad news.
But! I've been holding out on you, oh World Wide Web. Lo! I have good news!
After four months of searching, we found a house. (to rent.) (Yes. We're renting again. But, hopefully not for long.)
And this house is beautiful. And this house is spacious. And this house sits on half an acre of land and is zoned for not one, but TWO horses. And this house is in a very desirable neighborhood. And most importantly? This house does NOT have a kitchen that looks like this.
Oh, no it does not.
This house has a new kitchen, with new cabinets that are made with real wood.
*cue angels singing*
Ok, I suppose that's not the most important thing about the house. THEE most important thing is that it is the exact amount we can afford (We really lucked out. The prices in the area are MUCH higher than what we're going to be paying, which is why we JUMPED INTO ACTION when we found this house. And ha! ha! Me + PigHunter + jumping into action = THE CRAZY. I wish you could have been there to watch it.)
At one point during our Home Hunt, we found this tiny little that we both hated, but the rent was very reasonable (for good reason.) As we were walking out of the house, Tony turned to me and said "I know this house is small, and kind of ugly and in a bad neighborhood, but! It's cheap! And we can save money!"
"HELL NO!" I proclaimed. "We spent 10 years, TEN FREAKING YEARS, in a house that was all of those things and it sucked the life out of me. I'm not doing that again. I'm willing to pay a little more to have a house that I feel comfortable in, a house that I am not ashamed to entertain friends in. I will NOT move into another piece of shit house, I won't do it."
Call me a selfish brat if you want to, I don't care. I am not going to waste another minute of my life hating a house that I live in. I wasn't looking for a PERFECT house, just a house that I felt comfortable in.
This house isn't perfect. It's an older home, the yard --all HALF ACRE OF IT-- is nothing but dead weeds (My Mother in Law was all "get a goat! Or some sheep! For they will keep the weeds in check!") There are broken light fixtures and the front door is hideous. It's not perfect at all.
But it feels perfect for us and that's all that I cared about.
Eight more days and we'll be out of my parents house (and hair) and in our own place.
Who's coming over to celebrate?
Awesome news Y! What ever will poor Judy do? ;o)