This whole blog may be pointless…
Mark and I are getting married in September and so, like morons, we decided to add house hunting to the list of things to do. Because wedding planning doesn’t add enough stress to our lives.
We’ve been house hunting for about four months now, and it’s not been very much fun. The bay area is notoriously insane when it come to home prices, and we just didn’t understand what we were getting into.
We’ve both got good careers and solid jobs (knock wood). We both are debt-free and have excellent credit. Combined, we have a good chunk of money to put down for a down payment — probably enough to buy a small home outright in the town I grew up in Indiana. But here in San Francisco, it’s another story.
I could spend a lot of time defending our decision to choose to live in one of the most expensive cities in the country, but I won’t. We are living with the consequences of making that choice, and we accept them. But it is still nuts, and no amount of time will stop it from being nuts.
So the big exciting development is that after being rejected on 3 places (only one of which we really wanted anyway) we finally found a home that a) we fell in love with and b) we can actually afford.
It’s in Bernal Heights — hence the name of the blog.
We saw it on Sunday and put in an offer immediately. And it was a sweet offer. We went in a little over asking and included a damn earnestly charming cover letter, complete with a photo of us in Yosemite to prove what well-rounded and athletic people we are (cough cough). We’d fallen in love and weren’t too proud to beg.
Their agent says they were “thrilled” with the “excellent offer”…but they can’t give us their decision until Thursday, since they announced that they weren’t accepting offers until Wednesday. But in our excitement, we snuck in early. I hope that means something to the sellers.
I’ve moved in to the place in my head. I know that’s not healthy. Let’s face it — I’m STARTING A BLOG about living in our first house together, and we may not even win it. I could be jinxing it, I could be working that “Secret” magic that Oprah used to talk about. I just don’t know.
So here’s hoping that my next post is a good one, filled with exclamation marks.
