One house, please.

May 12, 2011

If you don’t get my Futurama reference, is the title still funny? You tell me.

Well, we made it. Actually we made it some ungodly number of weeks ago and I am just now getting to even loading the pictures (of which there are few of the whole moving part) off my camera. And this is the first of four drafts that have pictures but no words as of yet (remedying this as we speak).

Oh, bizzity-boy has it been crazy! We moved on April 22 and just now, May 12, it is starting to feel like a home instead of boxville. I’ve gotten used to cooking in a kitchen with some room and it is certainly nice to have enough space to even imagine entertaining. We’re still not completely moved in or settled, but we are living again. We’ve gotten to the point where not only can we figure out what we want to do with our house, but we can actually get started on some projects.

In the interest of getting this post up sometime this millennia sooner rather than later, I won’t get ahead of myself. Let’s backtrack to closing and moving.

Closing on the house was really, easy peasy. We were set to close on Friday and by the week before all our closing docs were straight with the bank. They told me they would let me know the amount I needed for closing costs so that I could go get a certified check from the bank.

When I hadn’t heard from them on Wednesday, I started to get a little worried. I had already taken a half-day on Friday and I wasn’t going to have time any day but Thursday at lunch to get the check. I emailed my loan officer and asked her if they knew. She emailed the closing department. And… we waited.

By about 5:00 Wednesday, my answer was: “Your documents are still with the closing department. They have not been released.”

Quoi? How does that help? And what does it mean?

By Thursday at noon, still nothing. My loan officer was emailing and emailing and still they kept telling us that our HUD form had still not been released. Close of business on Thursday and I still had no bank check.

My boss promised that she would let me go to the bank on Friday because she knew I had no choice. Thank goodness for small miracles.

I had the amount by around 9:00am on Friday and I rushed to the bank and rushed back.

And then my loan officer called me and told me they gave me the wrong amount. Seriously. No joke. What a cluster.

Luckily they let me write a personal check for the rest of the money. I say luckily for them because I was about to unload an entire box-filled-apartment’s worth of a whoop ass on them if they screwed up my closing.

So we got in, we signed a bunch, and we got out. Keys and all. And, actually, went back to the apartment because we still had stuff to get packed. We were still emptying stuff from the apartment until about a day before our lease was up, one complete week after closing.

Anywho, eventually Hubs and I grabbed a load of clothes and headed over for some bubbly and some breathing in the awesome time. 

Hubbers, contemplating the awesome.

We have a banister!!

(Seriously, how cute is this guy? Playoff beard and all!)

My kitch! Oh how I love her!

Our clothes were the first things in. It was nice not to have to worry about them making the trip on Saturday and then getting them in before the work week. Foresight FTW!

Me on the stairs (duh)

You can see the china hutch that we bought with the house there I the corner. 

BF took advantage of the open space (AND NO DOWNSTAIRS NEIGHBORS!!!) to do some impromptu skateboarding in our living room. 

An awful picture of Jacob, our door knocker.

Can you guess where he got his name?

Remember, I’m super clever so this will be a hard one.

I told you there were few. The rest are of us at the apartment filled with boxes and I’m tired of looking at them. From here, we visit baking land, renovation land, and philanthropy. Lots more to come!

I need to update my profile now, since we are homeowners now and I have more space and inspiration and projects to do. So, say goodbye to the old stuff… the Shorts are moving up!