After nine years of apartment living, probably longer for Eric — we’re doing it. Purchasing and moving into our first HOME!!!! (Insert squees here.) Sorry it took so long to tell you all — we’ve just been so damn busy, today is the first chance I’ve had to sit down and share the news. Plus, I wanted to make sure neither of us were going to back out — before posting it over the whole damn world wide web. Ha.

It’s a wonderful house. We lucked out with it — the price + location + timing… couldn’t have all been better. My pictures of it aren’t all that great, because I took them as we walked through the first time — so, I’m taking pictures of light fixtures, walls and windows. That probably won’t give you the best idea of how things look, eh? It’s a ranch with an electric fire place, .5 acre yard, a nice porch 3 bedrooms, 2.5 bathrooms, a den, monster kitchen… and the ability to finish off the basement (err, “man room,” as Eric so lovingly calls it). It’s great, too, because the house is only about 4 miles from where we live now. Score!

It’s all pretty overwhelming. Weird to think that I can’t just decide I want to move now — like, apartment-living. I can actually bash holes in these walls and paint whatever  I damn well please. The thought of not having to actually live within white walls is awesome. I just want to take gallons of paint and go crazy!! I’m excited at all the little projects Eric and I can tackle.

We’re already planning the housewarming party. You can come, too. Just bring the deviled eggs. (I should probably start naming some other food item for people to bring — because everyone I see, like at work, I say, “we’ll be having a party, just bring the deviled eggs.” So, when it does happen, we may have 64 trays of eggs. Eh.)

We’re really oh-so-excited. Mini-nervous — but more excited. Excited our money is actually going into something that’s ours — and not my apartment manager’s manger’s.  Our closing date is fast approaching. Think: 16 days. Yikes! I haven’t packed a lick yet. Any takers? Will the boxes pack themselves? Unlikely. It feels like I just moved into this place.

Ah well, I’m moving somewhere different… bigger, better… maybe. But either way, it’ll be ours. Sure, Eric and I are definitely taking the “unconventional” way around the “traditional relationship” — but we don’t care. Still, after 4 years, there isn’t anyone else I’d rather be doing this with — and it feels awesome. The ring will come… in time. Hell, we just bought a house. The thought of even planning a *gasp* wedding… makes me shudder. One thing at a time people…

So yeah, that’s what I’ve been doing these last 3 weeks… how do you like dem apples?