Five months of dreaming, negotiating, planning, stressing, and endless phone calls and paperwork.... we finally closed on our 'dream' farmhouse. Not because it's our dream... but because of what we--- ur, I-- dream of what it could be!
The closing came on the heels of both of us being sick for 2 weeks, stressed out and hounded by realtors, funders, lenders, underwriters, attorneys... questions unending. And the poor sellers who were at the mercy of whatever this team of crazy people asked for so we could buy this 19th century Victorian farmhouse.
And here we are. 15 minutes after signing. Sellers hadn't even moved out yet... but was that going to stop me from pulling in the driveway and taking a picture?? Uh no.
So we snuck over, dreamed about gardens, ponds, and patios, snapped a quick pic, and then went home and marveled at our amazing purchase while sitting on the couch with kleenex, antibiotics, and Eucalyptus essential oils.
Being a homeowner is so glamorous!