Buying a house basically feels like scraping up every penny you’ve ever earned and giving it to a stranger. In return a bank tells you a bunch of crazy things you’re supposed to understand, make you sign things, you hear some more crazy things, you wait and stress, you cry a lot because there’s random hidden fees you’re afraid you won’t be able to find the money for, and then finally you have a house. Then, everything in the house breaks, but you’ve already given away all your pennies so it’s handwashing your unmentionables from here on out. It’s nothing like those HGTV shows where they walk around and then bam! let’s get this one! ok rad! Not one bit.
But, despite all the crazy stress of getting here, I adore our new house. It was built in 1836 and it’s ghosty and good. We closed today and it’s pretty unbelievable that 7 months ago moving to Vermont was a random whim triggered by a particularly annoying work day. Things fell into place pretty rapidly & fairly magically to get us here, but in the 5 months since we’d been here it’s been touch and go at every turn. I hope this turns a corner for us & the Green Mountains start serving up some extra magic.
& now, off to order this address stamp from Linea Carta. I just got an email with a 15% off code (iloveyou) and figure it’s fortuitous.
(Let the renovations begin!)