I bought a house.

Yeah, I bought a house. What a freaking week! Last Thursday I went to look at yet another house. I've been house hunting for a looooong time. I don't get too excited about these things anymore, but when I see what looks like a good house, reasonably priced and pretty close to where I'd ideally live, I had to go. Not too much time to think about it: wander through for a bit and make a decision. A house like this will be snatched up, so you have to jump on it. I did. By Friday afternoon, I was officially "sale pending." Things have gotten progressively stressful since then. I spent several days in agitated turmoil trying to figure if I was nuts, what was I doing, and it's not perfect - should I keep searching for perfect? It hasn't been pretty. (A huge thank you to those of you who have been listening to me babble on - more than normal - about my house angst. You know who you are.)

Main inspection was yesterday and, happily, very clean. A couple of others are in the offing. If all goes well, I will have a new home October 8. The previous owners maintained the house very well, but had not-great taste. They did some seriously "unfortunate" updating, which stopped sometime in the 70s. This will be a long-term-project house. I have grand plans, but not a grand bank account. Baby steps. There will be future pictures of the paneling, various wallpapers and peculiarities as I document the "before" of the house.

Did I mention that my stress level is through the roof?