by mssinglemama on April 11, 2008
I locked myself out of my apartment this morning.
I had already dropped Benjamin at day care, but ran back home to grab some work stuff. Long story short, I got to work on time thanks to a nearby co-worker but Kris had to rescue me from the office later this afternoon so I could meet with the title attorney.
We sat down under the bright fluorescent lights. Decision time. Scary. I wasn’t expecting Kris to be there with me – but there he was and it was nice – to have someone there and someone who is also my best friend.
“So are you the taxi driver?” Attorney asked Kris.
“Yep.”
“And he’s my boyfriend.”
“Oh, so are you part of this decision?” Attorney was now prying a bit or being friendly to Kris. Not really sure.
“No, I haven’t even seen it.”
I jumped in, “Yeah. I’ve already explained to him that the house has no room for a man.”
Silence. Awkward. I’m always forgetting to leave my man jokes at the door if there aren’t any women in the room.
It’s true though. With just 1,000 square feet and no basement, I don’t even know where I would put a man! [click to continue…]
by mssinglemama on April 10, 2008
I am meeting with an attorney tomorrow … to put an offer on the house!
I went to see it on my lunch break today … was it just this afternoon? Yep. It was love at first sight. It’s so cozy, comfortable and safe. And the aura – is magnificent. Good vibes all around.
And guess who lives in it now? A single woman in her 40’s. No kids. But a strong single woman who’s kept the place absolutely pristine. And the view from the living room window? An old park. (The new park with the mountain climbing wall is down the block). But Benjamin will wake up every morning and see “his” park.
And the backyard…fenced with 1/4 of an acre, huge trees and a cute little shed. And there’s a door leading to the yard from the little dining room and the kitchen. So he can run around and play, completely safe while I watch from inside. I’ll have to buy a sand box, maybe a swing set….oh! And of course transfer my firepit blocks from my current yard. Must have fire pit. I’m SO excited.
The house is for sale by owner. I found it on Craiglist.com, where every single mama can find every single thing she needs – including men. Long live Craigslist! So I met her, we chatted and it just seems so much more personal. Realtors scare me.
And here’s the best part. My father grew up in this neighborhood. Cheesy. But I think his spirit is sending us there. Didn’t even know this until my mom told me this afternoon. (I miss you papa).
Okay. Wish me luck. Seems like a shoe in but you never know…
P.S. Buying a house SOLO without a husband to say – “No, I don’t like it because of ‘yada, yada.’” – Priceless. And dreams coming true – even better.
by mssinglemama on April 9, 2008
I’ve officially launched my house hunt.
The neighborhood in my sights is a suburb. The houses are adorable. There are plenty in my price range (thanks to the housing bubble burst) and the schools are top-notch. It’s not a cookie-cutter suburb, it’s an old suburb, but a suburb nonetheless.
Tomorrow I am cramming three house viewings into my lunch break. So tonight I popped Benjamin in the car for a little trip … our mission to get a feel for the neighborhood in the evening.
First we stopped and looked at a few houses from the street, like this one!
Benjamin said, “House, house!” I looked back at him in his little carseat, “You want that one baby?” [click to continue…]
