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.
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.
I am grateful.