Sign Here, Please

I signed for our house today!  By our age (I’ll say it: 54.), most of us have had the experience of owning a home.  In spite of having been through the process before, it still feels surreal, almost like I can’t believe I’m doing this big girl thing.  I’ll be honest.  It’s a big girl thing that I don’t really like to do.  I don’t know why.  I like looking for the house and even finding a buyer.  But the pieces that require big amounts of money and legal documents make me anxious.  That’s why I love my realtor.  She handles all that so beautifully.  But the money’s up to me.  Throughout this buying process, going back to last July after we sold our house, I would get anxious about committing to buying a house.  Nothing seemed worth my money.  Not that that was the only factor in not finding a house.  But with each house I had to ask, “Is this how I want to spend my money?”  I would bring friends in for second opinions.  This house needed no second opinion.  That’s why I know God has been with me in this process that is so not my favorite thing to do:  because while I signed my name to a thick stack of legal documents with big dollar figures, it felt good and right.

My appointment was at 10, and I left at 11:30.  I walked in with the intention of whipping through the process, so I could report to a sub job at a school office that I’d committed to taking. I walked out wondering how signing papers had taken 1 1/2 hours.

No wonder I’m anxious!

But it didn’t matter.  I did it. We did it. It’s official. We are buying a house that has air conditioning and more. The air conditioning is of particular importance right now. Yesterday I wondered if I had to wear a bra. That small article of clothing was too much in yesterday’s heat. But I did… I’m not a non bra wearing person.

I am grateful.