On Monday, we received the phone call we have been anxiously awaiting since the beginning of June.
“Mark, Leanne- Hi! You can put the voodoo doll of me away because you have finally been approved for your mortgage!”– Our Advisor.
We have reached a new milestone in our marriage; we are officially homeowners.
We went into contract back at the end of April, and for the last few weeks we have been dealing with the mortgage company. Some mistakes were made causing the whole process to be backlogged. Plus, add in my unconventional job (a.k.a- I live a lot of my life outside of the books ::cough cough:: if you know what I mean ::cough:: ::cough::) and it’s been a long nightmare for us and the processor. Let’s be honest, as much as it annoyed us, I can only imagine how time consuming our little mortgage was for them, so I think it’s save to say we’re all relieved we won’t be e-mailing each other as much anymore.
There is so much that goes into buying a house from inspections, the mortgage, insurance, title changes, taxes, surveys; it’s a whirlwind of paperwork and when it’s your first time buying anything this large, it’s all just so overwhelming.
Our ranch on a lot of land (almost an acre, which, on Long Island, a.k.a. the home of the first suburb, is A LOT) may need some landscaping, but, it’s ours. We fought tooth and nail through a lot of turmoil, and it’s ours. The beautiful hardwood floors, the brand new kitchen, the extensive finished basement, the lights in the closet. ACTUALLY HAVING A CLOSET. It’s all ours. Soon, I’ll be able to wake up and get out of bed on a side of the bed! Not haphazardly climb to the edge of the bed and precariously step over a sleeping dog and somehow balance my way into the bathroom!
I sit and daydream about what it’ll be like to live there. To have an office (that I’m definitely painting a rich, midnight blue), where I can write and keep my drafts and my books. Oh, all my books! I imagine what it will be like to sit in our kitchen, or watch movies in our basement together. I envision friends visiting, and actually being able to sleep over. I also am so proud we are now able to give Emmett the yard he deserves. Moosh has already been to the house numerous times
Last night we sat together on the counters of our apartment and looked around what we built together in two years. Our apartment may be small, but, it was our home through so many life events. It was where we stayed up until 2 a.m. editing my book together ( I couldn’t type because of my carpal tunnel so Mark typed it while I sat next to him.) It’s where we spent our first Christmas together. It was our home that taught us about compromise, communication, and every day we were able to spend together there, we learned more about one another. Most importantly, it was our home that taught us that we could afford a home of our own.
Here’s to a new adventure together. I can’t wait to make this house a home with you, babe.
(he reads this blogs all the time, so shush your judgement)