Over a week ago we received an accepted offer on a house here in Ripon. It's an adorable home-- barn red with a sweet, fairly private but not-yet-fenced-in backyard and a living room full of real wood paneling and a fireplace. It looks like a little cabin. There's work to be done, but it's the fun kind of work: painting and sanding and redecorating instead of the hard, super expensive kind of work like roofing and replacing major appliances. Eventually it will need some of that, but we're hopeful that we can do a big project each year and bring the house up in adorableness and value.
I dream about it all the time, but I do so with a small bit of caution. Nothing is certain until the closing day, and the mortgage loan we're getting is a strict one-- one that requires proper working order for most if not all aspects of the house because as first time buyers with a small down payment we are at a high risk for default; they don't want anything expensive to pop up right after we buy it. So we are waiting for the appraiser to come and tell us (and the seller) to fix some outlets and some drips and some paint and bring everything up to code. Any 1936 house has flaws.
I don't want to post many pictures of it until it's *ours,* but I promise that I will someday, especially after the shag carpeting has gracefully wandered out to the curb. I confess, we will be getting rid of the Packers mailbox. It's not that I don't like the Packers. It's just, well... I like plain mailboxes.
"So, Joanna, I noticed you were 34 weeks pregnant. Does that have any effect on you purchasing and moving into a house in a month?"
Why, what an interesting question. Actually, I've been amazed by the amount of people who have told me lately that they bought their first home/a home while pregnant. Even our good friends Ann and Ben moved several states over in the last month of pregnancy. I think we can do this. And we have a TON of offers for help (all of them will be accepted!) from church members and community members and family members to the extent that they can from so many miles away.
Here's the timeline:
Now: here I am, just waiting.
The next few weeks: Packing, sorting, taking stuff to the thrift store, cleaning
August 20th: Evelyn turns two!
August 27th: Our baby nephew is coming earth-side! (This has nothing to do with our move... but we can't wait!)
September 4th: Closing date.
As soon as we close: Ripping up carpet, sanding floors. Hoping to find a couple helpers for this.
September 14th: Baby is due
October 1st: Lease is up on our rental house, must be fully moved in to new house.
There is this weird thing happening in my mind where I almost want the baby to come late (not so late that I need medical intervention, but just...not early). I never thought I'd have that wish. But he will come when he comes, and I am certain that everything will fall into place.