I attended my first condo association meeting tonight. I didn’t know what a condenser was (something with the A/C, apparently), I said we didn’t have satellite even though we definitely have DirecTV (which IS satellite, apparently) and I raised my hand to call “not it” when the open position of treasurer came up. So, all in all, everyone basically left the meeting shaking their heads, wondering how I could possibly be a homeowner.
Monday. Oy.
We put an offer in on a condo this weekend. It’s amazing and exciting and also makes us want to throw up. I always thought that when I went to buy a house, it would be all “Here’s my money” and the owners would go “omg, thank you Nina!” and that would be that. Instead, there’s competition, offer deadlines and waiting on pins and needles to see if this dream home, a place where we can see ourselves putting down long term roots, is really going to become ours.
Ryan and I got home after our millionth walk this evening (sitting still is impossible!) and I had received this picture in a text from my Dad. He and my step-mom literally have their fingers crossed for good news for us and I received similar sentiments from my mom and best friends today. It’s pretty awesome to know that condo or no condo, we have people in our corner rooting for us. It’s actually better than getting the house- we have our home team and that makes us the luckiest people in the world.
However, if we DO get the condo, we can invite everyone to uncross their fingers and come over to our bamf new rooftop deck for celebratory bubbly. Just sayin’.
FINGERS CROSSED!