Yesterday, Kyle and I signed papers on a house. Today we are officially in escrow. In 30 days, we will most likely (80% chance?) be home owners.
The house is almost 1,300 sf with a two-car garage There’s room for my office, a guest room, a dining room, and an entire garage for Kyle to make into his computer paradise. There’s also a huge yard with room for a patio, lawn, English-garden, veggie garden, fruit trees, and even a grape arbor or greenhouse. There’s even the perfect place for a secret bookshelf that opens up for a doorway ala Clue.
The house is, as my dad said, the perfect fixer-upper. Nothing is wrong with it, it just needs cosmetic work–new floors, paint, appliances. All weekend I have been thinking about things like tile and paint colors and the kind of wood I like. Turns out I have few opinions on these subjects, and thinking about it all is a tad overwhelming.
So today I feel like a grown up. Apparently, I am one of those people who talks about mortgages and different kinds of flooring now. This isn’t me, is it? So weird…