OH.MY.GOSH.

Yesterday, we went to see a couple of houses “for fun.” Judging from the info and photos online, they didn’t look bad, but neither of them struck us as possibly being THE ONE.

As it turned out, one of them had a nicely updated kitchen and a nicely updated bath, but the rest of the place was a shithole. (Pardon my language, but seriously. There’s no other way to describe it.)

But when we stepped foot into the other one, something happened. Dare I say it… it felt like a home. A home that could be ours. Still, we hesitated. We’re not the type to take big decisions lightly. We research electronics and baby gear to death, we don’t go out and buy things on a whim. So as you can imagine, we’re most certainly not going to go all gung-ho on a house right away.

But after we left it, we kept talking about it. Kept talking about all of its positive features, all of the things we loved. All of the things that were on our “wish list” that this place had. And the one thing it didn’t. We weighed the options, trying to figure out if we could sacrifice one thing for the benefit of so many others. And questioned whether that one thing was really that much of a sacrifice at all.

Today, we went back to see the place for a second time, with my mom and Michael’s dad in tow. And our parents? Well, they pushed us over the edge, really. They loved it and thought we should go for it. Our realtor emphasized all that we would be getting for the money. We walked through the house with a fine-tooth comb, checking out all of the nooks and crannies and details that we had missed yesterday. We imagined how we would arrange furniture in rooms. We talked about the minor cosmetic updates we would make.

We imagined our lives in this house.

And tomorrow, we will sign an offer.

Tonight has been filled with talks of mortgages and down payments, inspections and closing dates, contingent and non-contingent offers. We’ve debated over a $1,000 difference in offer price.

We are praying that things will work out as they should. I know in my heart that they always do, but it still doesn’t keep me from being nervous. If you know me at all, you know that I have trouble dealing with the unknown. But, by this time tomorrow, we should know whether or not we are homeowners (again).

We would appreciate all of the positive vibes we can get right now. For the home we hope will be ours and for selling the one that is currently ours.

*fingers crossed*