Today is sunny which is such a nice change from the snow and rain we had to endure earlier this week. We’re currently sitting by the window in Caribou, I’m sipping a warm chai tea while Daniel’s enjoying his favorite, an iced mocha. We’re waiting for our apartment showing to finish with nervous anticipation. Having these showings means we are forced to clean the apartment, which we love to reap the benefits of. The downside is having to set an alarm on Saturday mornings in order to clean the apartment and get out by the time the landlord shows up.
Everything for the house has been going smoother than we thought it would. Or at least than I thought it would. The inspection was Wednesday and the inspector had nothing but good things to say – we were forwarded the results that night and our realtor said it was the cleanest review he’s gotten on a house this old. (Bless 🙌 .) The inspector recommended we replace the kitchen-to-garage door with a fire door, fix the leaky bathroom sinks and put up hinged-drywall over the exposed attic entrance in the garage. We’re requesting a credit from the seller for the higher radon levels the basement tested at and will do the work ourselves to mitigate the basement (or however that works).
I am hopeful everything goes smoothly with this little transaction of ours and we can close May 6. That would be the best twenty-fifth birthday present I could ask for. I have been so so excited to just make this house our home – to settle. Since I moved out of my parents’ house in 2014 at the age of twenty, I have moved five times and my spirit feels a sense of unrest. As soon as I’ve gotten settled into one home, a roommate’s gotten married, or I’ve gotten married and our lease has been broken and I’ve had to pack up, move and readjust to a new normal. Now I know 95% of this moving was self-induced, but I cannot wait to have a home and the reassurance that I will be there for years and years to come.
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