Not 72 hours after I wondered here what I was going to blog about in the pre-Christmas knitted gift frenzy, we got an unbelievable surprise that makes a relatively non-knitting post not only possible, but very easy.
Having sold LoML's house, we had just started house shopping. The housing market here has been much more on the "Seller's Market" side in the last year or so, and we had heard numerous stories of people taking six months to a year or more to find a house, so we
We did not take into consideration that the universe has not only a sense of irony, but a sense of humour.
Last Saturday, we went to see just the sixth house that our agent had shown us. Like the others before it, it wasn't right, but we were near the house where I took piano lessons as a teenager, so we decided to go for a drive through the neighborhood the scenic way so that I could show LoML this little part of my history.
We turned a corner, and there it was. Huge, built in 1912, solid, straight and for sale. We called our agent on the spot and arranged to see the house Monday night at 7:00.
On Monday night at 7:02, we fell in love. Hard. I froze to the spot the minute I walked in the door and laid eyes on the untouched, original oak bannister.
LoML told me later he looked around the corner and immediately had a vision of our Christmas tree beside the fireplace in the living room.
At 7:45, after thorough inspection (him), much gasping (me), bouncing (me) and giggling (also me), pacing (him) and the occasional squeak (me), we sat down at the dining room table to write the offer, then went home to spend the next excruciating hour waiting for the phone call.
We got it. They accepted the offer. The house was ours.
The next 48 hours was an agonizing flurry of activity, arranging financing and a home inspection between bouts of giggles, anxious phone calls, and sleepless nights. The financing came through swimmingly, and the home inspector passed it with colours as flying as one can expect for a century-old structure. (The nice thing about buying a house that has been standing for almost a hundred years is that, generally speaking, they've done all the moving they are going to do (if any), and are quite happy to just sit there the way they've been quite comfortable all this time, thank you very much. Ours is no exception.)
November 16, we're going home. Sweet, sweet home.