Our lease is up August 1st. When we moved here, we weren't familiar with the area and didn't want to buy a house in the wrong neighborhood. Now that he's free from school and we're near the end of our lease from the leasing company from hell, we're house hunting.
We're on the look out for a four, possibly three if there's a garage, bedroom house. In a good neighborhood, away from all the undergrads, because we're old like that. The house must not need any major repairs. I would like a decent size kitchen and backyard. Other than that, we're not too picky.
We've gone to look at several neighborhoods and even decided on a Realtor. It kind of exciting. NYEBoy and I will usually go eat lunch first. After we eat, we stop by a gas station to get us each a drink. After that, we drive, drive some more, and drive a bit more. I'm surprised we haven't been pulled over for creeping along these nice neighborhoods, but so far, so good.
We've only been inside one house so far. It was cute and doable, but we still want to look around. The house was located next to the local weatherman and a few doors down from our Realtor, go fig.
The biggest speed bump in the whole search is that NYEBoy's dad is buying the house. Sounds great, right? Well, he's out of the country and we have to have this all done by August 1st. The pressure is on and it's a bit nerve wracking to say the least.
I'm not looking forward to packing and unpacking for the third time in three years, but I am so fucking ready to have a real house again. I want a backyard big enough for a garden and swing set for A. I want both of us to be able to have an office. I want to stop living out of boxes, because we have to move again in a year. I want to have a guest room for visitors. I'm ready to paint and decorate. I wouldn't even mind a bbq grill.
I'm ready to play house.