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Filed under: Updates
We closed on our first house just before thanksgiving. Its on 42nd st in south minneapolis, close to hiway 55.
Filed under: Updates
First a recap:
Friday 7:35: View listing of home. First “I think this might be it” moment.
Friday 10:20am: Book showing for saturday.
Saturday 11:15 am: Liz visits house while Eric goes to Gophers game.
Saturday 12:45pm: Liz calls Eric says he should come look at the house after the game. Repeats “I think this it”-like comments.
Satuday 2:20pm: Eric walks around house, talks about woodwork. Pretends to look investigative-ly at the furnace and soffits. Loves the house.
Saturday 2:45pm: Decide to put an aggresive offer on under-priced house. $10,000 above asking price.
Sunday: Realtor submits offer, finds out offers will be sent to seller Monday morning.
Monday 7:30a.m – 6:30pm: Check email on average of six times on the hour.
Monday 6:35pm: Paige calls. Liz sighs. We were first this morning but then someone blew our bid out of the water. Back to square one.
Its like we went on a first and second date and it went AWEsome. And so we proposed. We called friends and family. She took a day to think about it and in the meantime some other guy, probably European, came in and dropped a 1 carat diamond and we were left in a Stevens Square apartment with the heater broken.
I’m being dramatic. But it is crazy how fast such big decisions happen in this house-buying market. We’re bummed but not crushed. Advice to self: Don’t get to second base with a house that hasn’t said “I do”.
“There are no cats in America….And the streets are paved with cheese…” – Fievel
For the last several weeks, Eric and I have been singing this optimistic tune to one another…over 1/2 packed suitcases, during multiple trips to the post office our last few days in Korea, as the plane taxied down the runway in Busan, as we saw stars for the first time in a year somewhere over the Pacific, upon seeing long-lost family and friends, over our first spoonfuls of yogurt and granola.
This past week has been one of rejoicing in the familiarities of home: gazing at wide expanses of grass, sighing contentedly at the openness of the sky, and consuming copious amounts of cheese, much to the delight of our mouths and the dismay of our stomachs. Friends and family have overwhelmed us with joyous receptions and offers to help during this crazy month of transition. All in all, we are really glad to be back home and are looking forward to again being part of the lives of so many people we’ve missed. -liz
It’s saturday morning here. The air is damp like a used washcloth. As I look around the apartment I am struck by how much work we have to do this weekend. My kindergarten report cards lie stacked on the coffee table. Paintings and pictures still hang on our walls. Books and papers are still sitting on the shelves. The dishes are waiting in the sink.
But those tasks will wait for me to finish my coffee and toast. Though my personality is often eager to avoid tasks and details…I must say I am anxious to begin the process of change. It is time to go. It will be hard to say goodbye to the kids and to friends, but I believe we will be all smiles at the airport next Sunday. Next Sunday…. Wow. Only one more week.
Hmm…. We have a lot to do. Why am I sitting here? I’d better start packing.