My uncertain future

Well, I told mom and Kevin that I wasn't going to "blog" or go "internet public" with this yet, but I can't hold out.  Besides, Kevin talked about it on the JokeADay message boards, so it's ok, right?  (heck, I can justify anything!)

We put in a bid on a house today.  I'm hopeful, but not TOO hopeful.  You see, it's not like most people putting a bid on a house.  It's new to us.  We entered this marriage 10 years ago, both with questionable credit.  After marriage, we blew it even more.  We have spent almost 2 years doing everything in our power to make things right.  About 2 weeks ago, we were pre-approved for a home loan.

We looked at 6 or 7 houses on Saturday, and 2 of them fit the bill.  The one that we placed an offer on is perfect (in our eyes.) It's not only in our budget, but it's above our expectations.  I wanted 4 bedrooms, needed 3... it has 5.  This means a guest room for Kevin's mom, or our friends from out of town.  We wanted a place for the kids to play, this has a finished rec room in the basement.  We wanted a decent sized yard for a dog, this has a huge yard.

It is in our price range, although the top end of our price range.  Our offer was what she was asking for it, if she'll pay closing costs.  The hold-up is the fact that this is an old grandma, who wanted reimbursed for propane left in the tank.  She might be too tight to pay the closing costs, or she might take it...who knows?  If she doesn't accept, it's ok.  Our hopes and dreams aren't tied up in this house.  We want it.  Heck, I'll say it, we want it BAD.  But if it doesn't happen, it's ok.  We've rented our whole lives...we can last another year or so if necessary.

If she doesn't accept, there is another house that is worth a second look.  Only 3 bedrooms (enough) and not as big, but some real nice advantages.  Built in cabinets, armoirs and buffets (sp?).  A loft over the kitchen with a built in desk and storage and bookshelves for the girls' stuff.  It's cool.  Not quite as good a neighborhood (can a town of 790 have neighborhoods?) but a cool house and less expensive.  This is plan "B".

Heck, it may get to plan "G" before all is said and done, but we've taken the first couple of steps.  Daddy's little girl is growing up.  At the age of 36, as the mother of three, as a wife of 10 years, I'm growing up.  Renting is a dead-end place to be, and it sucks, and I'm finally trying to step away from it.

Here's hoping, praying, dreaming that I get a house.  I'm ready.  More to come!