So it happened. It magically happened, just like I hoped it would. I left, I had a wonderful summer in Massachusetts and Hawaii, I came back, and within one day of being home, I got the news I’ve been waiting for.
I woke up on Tuesday morning and took a few minutes to myself, to sit on the couch, regroup, and to relax. Afterwards, I paced back and forth throughout my house. I cleaned a bit, organized some things, and did as much as I could to procrastinate unpacking my luggage. I didn’t want to take anything out of my bag. I didn’t want to put things away. I wanted to re-organize my entire house. I wanted to move things, paint things, and maximize space. I was itching for change. I walked out to my mailbox and found a package. I opened it to find a beautiful illustration from Sarah Dyer. It pushed me to want change even more. I started moving paintings. And piling up others. I temporally pinned up my new portrait and then I decided enough was enough. I planned on saving all my important calls for the next day, when my head would be less fuzzy, but I knew I couldn’t wait any longer. I called my realtor and asked if there was any news on the house. He told me that the bank had still not responded and it was my perogative if I wanted to search for a new house or keep waiting. A bit bummed, I said I would keep waiting. Marlowe woke up a few moments later, we ate breakfast (lunch really, she slept in ’til almost noon after that whole flight disaster), and walked to the post office. Upon returning home, I noticed a missed-called. I called it back to find my realtor: “You must be psychic.” I was confused, excited, and nervous, and quietly asked, “Why?” He tells me: “They called me, right after we hung up the phone. They accepted the offer.”
They accepted the offer. I got the house. I had never before, in my entire life, jumped up and down when feeling pure joy, but on Tuesday: I did. I really did. Quiet squeals and loud jumps. Marlowe running around all day “Mama’s house! Big house!” We’re excited. (Very excited.)
Months and months later, it’s happening. The short-sale was worth the wait. Actually, the 2.5 years of searching, was worth the wait. This house is much nicer than the first house I put an offer on. And in a much more fun area than the second house I put an offer on. I’ve had a lot of people inquire, how does a single mom afford to buy a house… a single mom with a food truck job. Heh. I’ve stated this many times: I don’t like to talk about money. &I think it’s not polite to inquire about another persons money. But on the other end, this blog (my life) is based on daily events, a love for food, babbling thoughts, and of course: total and complete openness and honesty. I’ve stated it once before, when this blog was just a baby (two years ago): It’s been a plan, for my dad to help me put a down-payment on a house. I’m lucky (and grateful). Really lucky (really grateful). I know not everyone is so lucky to have their parents be able to do such gracious acts. I cannot express my gratitude enough for all my family has done for me. Not just financially, but in everything. My family is supportive, amazing, and has been nothing but a positive light in my and most importantly: Marlowe’s life. After the down payment? It’s me, my two jobs, and the help of child support that get’s me through house payments, and my life in general. My food-truck job. I make decent money on slow days, and really good money on busy days (or nights). And it’s flexible and I enjoy it enough to not want or need to find something else… something more conventional. This blog? It’s good, but it wavers, so I try to depend on it, but not depend on it… if that makes any sense… but it absolutely helps me pay the bills. The reality is: very little money is spent on this side the computer. I cut back on a lot of expenses, wherever and whenever I can. And shopping is not something I really do. And when I do, I almost instantly have buyers remorse, and return (heh). And now, with the house? Well, I’ll actually have less expenses. The electricity is significantly lower in the city I’m moving to (everyone knows to stay away form this town because of their prices. oops). I’ll be just down the street from work (less gas). And well, you know how short sales work, right? Long waits, for houses on the cheap. My mortgage is half the price of my rent. Yes, you read that right. Of course, once we factor in insurance and taxes, it will be almost close to the same, but it will still be cheaper. Half the price of my rent. Wow. I never ever thought they would come back and agree to my initial offer. To say we put in an offer on the lower side, is an understatement. I thought for sure they would come back and ask for at least 30% more and we would go back and forth until we found a middle number, but no: one shot, low price: it’s mine. I’m over the moon. As my dad said, “They accepted the offer? They didn’t ask for more? Are you sure? That was easy.” I think everyone over here is in a little bit of shock.
A much larger home, a real sized bedroom for Marlowe, an actual bathtub, a front yard, a back yard, space for a garden, evening dinner parties, and a park… just a skip away. Really, we will live inside the park, you can see (one of) the playground(s) from my front yard. I can’t wait for the open space, a kitchen I can actually fit my things in, room to run, to play, to have dance parties with the little one (“mas dance!”). Big breath in, and huge sigh of joy out. Life is good for me and my little one. I can’t wait to make our new place, our home. I can’t wait to decorate, let the light shine in, and fill the place with love. I really am starting to believe, as long as you keep putting positive energy out there, it comes back to you.
I absolutely cannot wait for this next leg of our journey. We’ll be packing up, fixing up, decorating, and dancing with joy in our new home in just two short weeks!