Found out this afternoon that the offer we made on a house a week and a half ago was finally accepted, which was very exciting. But almost as soon as I processed that good news, the thought occured to me that I hope that doesn’t turn out to have been the only decision I’m happy about today.
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That’s great! Congratulations!
Some good news is much better than none.
Hey, congratulations on the house!
Thanks! Yeah, I guess it’s better than being disappointed twice. I just hope it’s not a bad omen for the house. Not that I’m superstitious, but we closed on our house in Portland on a Friday the 13th, and all my good luck starting running out mere days later. Now we’ve got our acceptance on this house on the day Bush appears to be commended on his excellent first term as president.
Incidentally, I loved the comment about people turning out to the booths in record numbers not to say “Good job, Mr. President” and it seemed such a logical observation. So WTF?
Thanks! I am excited, even if dreary current events are overshadowing that somewhat.
It’s going to be expensive because we need to buy a bunch of appliances straightaway, and I want to remodel the kitchen almost immediately. We’re going to end up running up consumer debt again, but I’ve projected it all out in Quicken and, even assuming a paycut happening within the next month (they’re supposed to be converting me from contractor to staff, and I don’t know what my salary will be), everything works out OK and the debt will be gone by the end of next year. I feel a little squirmy about that, but I think the fact that I do feel that squirminess means I’m in control of it and it won’t get out of hand again unless something really unforeseen occurs, like I lose my job.
I’ve actually asked my boss outright if he thinks there’s any risk of that happening — you know, like, instead of converting the contractors to staff, HCA just decides to save money and end the contracts — and he said while there’s always a chance of that level of stupidity and shortsightedness, he doesn’t think it’s a significant enough chance that I need to worry about it.
I even asked the owner of the contracting agency if she felt like I’d be able to find work reasonably quickly if I did lose my HCA contract, and she said she had no reason to think I’d lose my contract, and that she also believed I’d have no trouble finding another job. Both my boss and the owner of the agency ended their responses to me with “Go on! Go buy a house. It’s fun.” 🙂
Karsten is excited about the fact that there’s a built-in brick barbecue in the back yard — and he gets to demolish it. He’s Mr. I-Hate-Brick. Plus, I promised him an ice cream cake after we move in. 🙂
Yay house!! Whereabouts did you buy? How exciting!
I read comments before I’m commenting, so I just gotta say, if you and Karsten ever come visit out little house in the country, bring lots of antihistamines for Karsten, he’ll probably have an allergic reaction to our brick cape. 😉
We were wrong.