House hunting is a real bitch..
May is a sweet month for my honey and I, we closed on our first home in May of 2016. Talk about a huge accomplishment seeing as I was just 25 and he was 26! Now as you can see from the title of this post, it wasn’t the funnest experience for us and here’s why.
We started our house hunting around November 2015 and we must’ve looked at nearly a hundred houses, some way out of our budget but had everything we wanted, some way under our budget but needed so much work done to it we may as well just built our own. I had my heart set on the first house we looked at, but not because of 70’s green tile the bathroom was covered in but 100% because there was a goat farm across the street. What can I say, I love goats!
We weren’t picky on the area, since we both grew up in Fall River, MA we just knew we wanted a surrounding city/town to stay semi close to our family and friends. We finally came across a house in Swansea, MA that we both loved, the price was right and it just needed some cosmetic things done to make it our own. We put our offer in so fast – good news – the sellers verbally accepted it, now it’s time for the paperwork. Our amazing realtor worked fast, drafted all our paperwork and sent it over the next morning awaiting the sellers signatures, a day went by and we hadn’t heard anything. Then finally, a few days later – bad news – they accepted someone else’s offer. That was it! I was over it! I was so pissed I didn’t know if I wanted to cry or scream. (I’m pretty sure thinking back I actually did both) But my honey being the optimistic guy he is convinced me to keep on looking.
Then along came the little grayish blueish house in Dartmouth, MA with the driveway lined with what were dead at the time but, big hydrangea bushes. I wasn’t overly obsessed with this house, but it was cute, in our budget and my honey loved it. We thought about it for two long days then came the final day to put offers in, we talked about it and decided to put in an offer. The sellers realtor told ours there were multiple offers on the table, so naturally I had no hope since we were burned before, but they accepted our offer!
We closed on our first home May 5th, 2016 and still live in it today four years later. Now, I say “first home” because we think of it as our starter home, not our forever home. We’ve made many memories in this house, good ones, bad ones, ones we can’t ever make again somewhere else (like bringing our baby boy home from the hospital when he was born and watching him take his first steps) so the living in your first home is the sweet piece of it, but don’t get it twisted – house hunting is a real bitch!
I’ll be sure to take you guys on our journey when we decide to buy our next and forever home – if it goes anything like the last time be prepared for lots of swearing, and rage posts. XO