Thursday, April 28
Like taking a bullet.
So it was with absolute, I don't know, what's a gigantic word that combines elation, relief and gratitude, that we started our house hunt practically the second after Tyson received his job offer. (Which I understand, may have been confusing with the way I worded my announcement post haha. We are not moving to Houston. He was offered a position here in Boise, which is what we were holding out for, so getting it was like, HUGE) We were mainly looking at older homes, something that we could fix up, put some love into, and make our own. But to make a long story short, a home that was in the process of being built, seemingly fell into our laps in the middle of a market where nothing is falling into anyone's laps without a bidding war. And I almost still can't believe it. I'm almost still waiting for the rug to be swept out from underneath me. But we are officially under contract and wrapping up the final design decisions with the builder. AND DID I JUST TYPE THAT SENTENCE?!
We took the kids to look at it for the first time the other day, and Everett ran through the still beamed rooms with Isla, saying "and Isla, this is where we can put our bunk bed! And this is where we can go to the bathroom! And this is where you can put your shopping cart if you want!"
And I'm gonna cry right now. I am. But what a gift to be able to give our children their own home again. And their own yard. And their own garden that they will learn to love/hate weeding someday. And a place for them to hang a bajillion art projects. And a place for them to be loud. And a place for their toys to be strewn literally everywhere, I don't even give a dang.
At this point, I would be happy with a hole in the wall as long as it had our name on it. But by some miracle, it's not a hole in the wall and somehow it still has our name on it. We're on the sixty day countdown now, and that light at the end of the tunnel has never looked so good. (Or so far away haha. I'm rallying!)