Found a house, made an offer. w00t! I don’t feel as bad as before. It seems like the emotional steps to buying a home are as tiered as dealing with any great emotional stress. The stages seem to be ponderance, sheer mortification, doubt, and “ahh, hell with it. let’s do it!”.
It’s the second house I looked at. Really nice floorplan, although the entire house is frickin’ painted mauve (kinda dark pinkish). So, the first thing I’m going to do after closing–well, maybe second thing since my wrist will be tired from signing–will be to paint the whole thing. The place has sky blue carpeting which I’m not all that wild about, either, so that’ll go eventually.
The outside, quite nice-looking. All brick is definitely a plus
Has a nice looking back to it, too
I’m going to have to cut that?!?!
Welcome to hell. You say your least favorite color is pink?
Hella nice kitchen. More cabinets than I frickin’ know what to do with.
So, yea. I mentioned the first thing I’m going to do after closing is paint, right?
Some work will definitely be needed to make it completely Conrad-worthy, but it’ll be great in the end…assuming that the offer is accepted, or not counter-offered with something uberly high and evil 😮 *reverts back to the sheer mortification stage*