We closed on the house today!!! Now, I am an official home-owner. The place we own now, Josh bought before we were married, so I didn't really count that as "my" house so this is a pretty big deal for me. Yes, I signed my name a gajillion times and yes it was the biggest amount of money I have even seen and no it was not stressful.
It was actually fun, but somewhat anticlimactic because we don't get to move in right away. But we went over to the new place after it was officially "ours" and we took some photos and measured rooms and figured out which walls we're knocking down and where we're going to put the couch and MY GOD the horror of the bathroom with the yelow-tinted biege-y tile and the shower doors and the fake-oak wood vanity and the sconces. The sconces!
But they are my sconces! My fake-oak wood vanity! MY UGLY TERRACOTTA TILE AROUND THE FIREPLACE! And I will tear them out!
I am really looking forward to the demo of the two walls we have planned. I am envisioning goggles, large hammer-type demolition tool thingies and really cute work clothes. In fact, for some reason, I picture myself with a tool belt saying things like "Well Bob, we decided to go with the 2-and-a-quarter on that because the studs could handle the load." And then I'll mop my brow with a kerchief. Yes, I just said kerchief.
And then in the magic of 30 minutes, my house will be transformed in "Extreme Home Makeover" fashion and I will fall to my knees upon entering, screaming "I CAN'T BELIEVE IT" and taking great big heaving gulps of air between sobs and smothering a nearby TV host with hugs for his crew's hard work.
Most likely, it will be me whining about how dusty it is and why can't we just be DONE already and hey, THAT WAS MY FINGER I JUST HACKED OFF WITH A SAWZALL.
Ahhh, the joys of home ownership. I can't wait to start knocking shit down.