In which I break some news and apologize for perhaps building up your expectations more than is truly warranted.

Ok, so here's the scoop:

By early October, Steve and I and Shasta the Cat will be happily ensconced in our beautiful new home in the fair city of Boulder. The Love Shack has floor-to-ceiling windows with views of the Flatirons, four bedrooms and a large office (really a fifth bedroom that has been converted to an office with great built-in stuff), two full baths, a living/dining area we plan to convert to a great room, and a lovely deck and back yard. The kitchen is fine, though our long-term vision includes a total remodel (granite! stainless steel! flat cooktop! island! $20,000 to play with!), but aside from some simple painting and maintenance stuff the place is in fantastic shape. We'll be walking distance from a supermarket and many shops and restaurants, Steve can bike to work, I'll have great bus access to Denver for work and all around Boulder, and we've got beautiful areas for hiking, biking, running, and even climbing right out the door. Needless to say, we're rather thrilled about this development!

We've assured our parents and grandparents that our Living in Sin status will be normalized with all due speed, and you might perhaps stay tuned to this space for further developments on that front. For the moment, we're focusing on the inevitable house-buying chaos, which is compounded by the fact that we're also dealing with house-selling chaos since we need to sell my place to buy the new pad. So I'm now living in a state of Extreme Obsessive Cleanliness that probably cannot be sustained by a normal human being for any stretch of time (particularly a normal human being who, though clean, takes great comfort from being surrounded by her stuff).

I'm crossing my fingers that my unique and beautiful house will sell quickly, and that the new owner will love it as much as I have. I've enjoyed six wonderful years in the Carriage House, and I'm feeling more than a frisson of sadness at the thought of leaving it behind. It will always be my first real home, the first place I lived (other than my parents' house) for more than a year. I was incredibly lucky to find and snag it. I'd gone out one day thinking it might be time to jump on the homeowner bandwagon, and by the end of the day (after looking at only one other place), I was under contract. I'd made a verbal offer within minutes of walking into the place (if you click on the link above and check out all the photos you'll perhaps see why), which was entertained only because we'd arrived a few minutes early for an open house and the seller took a shine to me (and my mom). By the time we were sitting on the patio writing up a contract, several back-up offers had come in and my realtor had to do a bit of arm-twisting to keep the seller from reneging on our handshake deal. But just two weeks later, the place was mine.

Still, it's wonderful to be starting this new chapter of our lives together, and to have found such a terrific place to do so. And we'll have plenty of room for guests, so come out and see us sometime!

Comments

[eve]

hey! congrats on house! very exciting.
also nice to catch up on your goings on.