Whew! Life has been a blur since last Thursday! I'm resorting to bullet points...
Speaking of house hunting, in case you missed my ecstatic tweet on Sunday, we found our dream home! It's in a neighborhood we love, has the perfect patio for all of our entertaining, a great backyard for our future kids and more bedrooms and bathrooms than what was on our wish list. It also happens to be a foreclosure, which means the price is great (grand! wonderful!), but the road to get it will be a long one paved with a lot of uncertainty. While we're talking about house hunting, let me mention how hard it is to locate a W-2 from a job I held in 2007 when it's packed in some box in my parent's basement. Poor Jon has had to listen to a lot of shrieky "This is why we need our own house because I would know where it is!!" rants from me lately. Also, I had a very major cry and breakdown tonight as Fidelity would not let me access my (also required) 401(k) stuff online because I forgot my pin. The call center wouldn't help me because even though I could supply them with my SSN, I did not have my account number on hand because guess what? That stuff is also in a box in an undetermined location! Oh, and I turned 28 yesterday! Since I've been too busy crying over missing W-2's I have not yet had the chance to cry over the fact that I'm so close to 30. It was really a lovely birthday though and I was generously spoiled by my loved ones. I think my favorite gift was imported olive oil from Jon. You're probably scratching your heads over that, but what you don't know is that it's a very special olive oil that we discovered while in France last year. Eating crusty French bread and olive oil is one of our favorite after-work rituals and we just recently ran out of that special one. Jon searched for it and actually found it online and spent more than I would like to spend on a freaking jug of olive oil, but believe me, it is so worth it. Finally, I also started my new job yesterday. I'm in orientation until Thursday and then I finally report to actual work on Friday. It is so nice to leave work at 4:00 and be home by 4:30! I'm not going to know what to do with all of this free time. Actually, I do. I'm not going to be able to check blogs at work anymore, so you won't see me around on Twitter or your blogs until the evenings. That's okay though...it's about time I got a job that will occupy all my time during work hours! I met a really nice girl who will be working in my department and that's a huge relief for a nervous Nelly like me. I hate being the new girl in the office, so I'm thrilled that she'll be a newbie with me.
My haircut was scheduled after my hot stone massage and I didn't know what I was going to ask for until I sat down in the chair. Sorry to disappoint most of you, but I kept my hair long. I know, I know, I need to be a bit more daring, but as I pondered haircuts, I remembered how I always end up regretting major cuts. We're talking tears, people. So I ended up with long layers and that is just enough to satisfy my urge to chop for now. You can see the new cut below from a photo Jon took while house hunting on Sunday.
Basically it's a dream come true but I swear to God it's already giving me an ulcer. As much as we're trying not to get emotionally attached, it's all Jon and I can think and talk about. We're so afraid that someone else is going to come and snatch it away from us so that's making our offer strategy really difficult to formulate. Offers are not being accepted until this weekend, which gives us a little time to think about things, but that also means it gives us a lot of time to stress over things.
Bottom line: We are in love with a house and will cry very, very hard if we don't get it.
(I'm not posting any photos of it until there are keys in my hand for fear of jinxing us.)
Buying a foreclosed home requires a whole lot more evidence of funds and documentation and general jumping through hoops than a regular home sale. Thank god my emotional state is not affected by pregnancy or Clomid just yet because I imagine my reaction to things would be a lot worse than what they've been. DEEP BREATH.