Nov 14 2006


I just found a house that I’m really excited about. It’s 3 bed, 2 bath, 1536 sq feet, tree in the front, fenced lawn in the back, nice kitchen (I’m big on kitchens, stereotypically). Best of all? It’s right down the street from Cole’s daycare and only about 5 minutes from work. It’s a really nice neighborhood.

I’m now imagining walking Cole to daycare in the morning, waving to the other families we know (2 of them already!) who live on the same street. The house isn’t perfectly beautiful, but with everything else it seems… well, perfect.

Of course, I won’t tell the realtor that.

I always feel like I need to point out the really bad parts of a house (or a car) that I might think of buying. I feel, somehow, that it makes it seem like I’m doing them a favor by buying it, therefore getting a better deal. I’m not really sure that this is true, but I can’t help myself.

Anyway, I’m going tomorrow to get pre-approved for a mortgage so that if we really like the place we can make an offer.

I’m nervous about the pre-approval thing, though. I have no idea what kind of credit we have. We were… less than perfect in college. Things have been pretty good since then, but I’m not sure we’ve put enough distance between that time and now to have the good outweigh the bad. We’ll see.