It took two weekends of intense shopping, too many open houses, random appointments going into strangers homes (seriously…I find it really awkward…especially when they sit outside waiting for you to traipse through their living room), second and third looks and other exciting things…we did it.
We bought a place. You are looking at a picture of the kitchen. Look at that fridge. Isn’t it pretty?
We’re moving on up to the Royal City…BC’s first capital…Queen Victoria’s favourite… New Westminster! We’ll be right in the Quay itself (well not right in it…that would be really wet….near it shall we say)..mere steps away from one of my favourite places in the Lower Mainland, The River Market at Westminster Quay. Mmmm…yummy foodie heaven.
We moved fast. From first look to first (and only it turns out) offer took two weeks.
Two weeks?! Who does this in two weeks? Apparently my husband and I…
Even the offer process was fast. We offered…he counter offered…we counter counter offered and one hour later….he said yes.
Even faster…we’re moving in in less than a month.
Less than a month! Who does that????
We removed subjects in just over ten days and during that time poured over years of minutes, stalked strata members, pulled in every favour imaginable to get friends to read said strata minutes and tell us what they meant and went through a very thorough inspection by a really nice fellow (with little kids of his own, so he looked out for kid specific hazards). We begged the owner to do handy mannish things on our place (he’s a handy fellow…hubby and I less so), read the minutes some more and asked even more questions and then after agonizing, wanting to throw up, and fearing writing large cheques…we did it.
We bought a place.
I have a lot to say about that process…and a lot to say about how important an engaged Realtor is in that process…and how important asking question is in that process….and how important having an understanding spouse and strong relationship is in that process.
But right now..I just want to squeal.
Because I am a homeowner. I have grown up.
Something larger than a car, cat or TV is ours.
That’s one big thing checked off the ‘year of forty’ bucket list. The next few include doing triathlon, getting back on stage and film and getting a book deal (gotta dream big right?)…but this one. This one is for my family.
Well…and the bank’s.
But where it matters…ours.