It is with great sorrow that I write this post.
I was completely prepared to share the rest of the house tour with you tonight (in fact, I have the draft saved), but after talking with my mom I have decided not to.
You see, up until tonight I had not even considered this house to be anything but ours. I have fully committed to it, dreamed about it, and fell head over heels in love. But this house is not ours. Not until we sign those papers on a yet to be determined date. And until it is ours, it is not my right to post someone else’s home on the interwebs. Sigh.
This picture from my first birthday describes how I feel right now perfectly:
I had my pointy party hat on and was ready to celebrate… until chocolate cake on my fingers and an elastic strap digging into my chin had to ruin all the fun (or in this case, the long and drawn out USDA loan approval process).
Until next time,