I’ve been a bit mum on the house lately, partly because I don’t want to jinx it and partly because I feel so incredibly blessed and full of gratitude about the grant and the loan, how everything came together that I just want to savor it. When I signed the disclosure papers, all my stressful worries about the money evaporated. We close on Wednesday.
Pinch me… is this real?
It is definitely a life changer. Oh my gosh… no more paying jacked up rents! My house payment, with taxes and insurance included, will be less than $220 a month. And, because the house is small, well insulated, and has the newer style “replacement” windows, it will be cheap to heat – gas company quoted $47 for a budget plan. That is a major perk considering Ohio can be a bitter wonderland when the cold winds blow.
This house is ideal for me… a one bedroom ranch/cottage with an office.
As you can see, that second bedroom is way too small to be a bedroom. It is just the right size for a computer desk and chair, maybe a bookcase and a plant stand, and that’s it.
No, it is NOT a “spare” room… that’s my office.
No, it will NOT double as a guest room… that is my office.
Call me selfish, but I need private space to think and write, to work on graphic designs or whatever; a room that is off limits to grandchildren and random visitors. Overnight guests can crash in the living room, BYO air mattress if I’ve yet to buy some kind of Futon or Murphy bed.
Frown all you want, I’m not giving up my office.
It is not going to be a hobby room either… I’ve tried that before and it just became a catch-all. An office must remain true to form and function, just like a bedroom must be a clutter-free sleep zone.
If all goes well and I get the keys when we close on Wednesday, the “Midnight Movers” will have me out of here this weekend. Google if you want, but that’s NOT a moving company… these guys are friends of M’s who know about the elevator situation here, so they want to move me out in the middle of the night, when the only functioning elevator is not being heavily used.
That’s another reason that I will be so glad to be out of here… one very slow and cranky elevator servicing 173 apartments in a high rise building designated for elderly and disabled persons is not adequate. There are people on the 16th floor in wheelchairs, tenants missing limbs, every ailment you could think of, and only one functioning elevator, limited to 5 riders at a time, now for darn near an entire year.
They are working on it… uh-huh, yeah… slow as molasses.
I don’t know when M is moving… he’s got his name in for an apartment in another downtown building, thinks he will like it there. He talks about getting a VA loan to buy his own house, too.
I can feel change coming, not sure which way the wind will blow about that, perhaps bittersweet, time will tell. All I can do is take life as it comes, eh? But, right now… I can’t help but feel so incredibly blessed.
Thanks for reading.