Let me just start off by saying that watching House Hunters is way better than living it in real life. On Friday, I had my search posse look at three different homes. I had them look at my favorite first...and I loved it. I was then hoping that the other two were totally lame. The third one was definitely lame, but the second one was good. It was bigger, and it had a two car garage. It was really nice, but I just wasn't in love with it. The first one had a one car garage, BUT it also had a pool, hot tub, and clubhouse--not things that we were looking for, but definite bonuses. To make a long story short, there was some major stressing, some input by friends, and we went with the home I loved. In other words, I traded Mr. Hubs' garage space for hard wood floors, a fireplace, and a home where we would be the first residents. Have I ever mentioned how good he is to me? Don't get me wrong, he liked this one, too.
We submitted our application and paid the deposit, and the property manager said she would run the credit and background checks first thing on Monday. I was thinking, seriously, can we not just get this over with? Obviously, we are the perfect tenants! Well, first thing Monday morning passed, and then noon, and then afternoon, and I was totally starting to overanalyze thinking that someone either stole our identity and ruined our credit, or that my husband committed some crime I wasn't aware of. I called and left a message, totally trying to sound breezy (like Monica), but inside I was freaking out. She finally called back, and said everything looked great. I wanted to say, would have been nice to know that eight hours ago, but instead, I totally played it cool. It's official: we're not homeless, and even though, my wonderful mother-in-law and wonderful mother were secretly hoping we would be able to live with them for a few days (you know it's true), I'm really glad we have a home! Here are a few pics of the new pad!