We looked at houses all weekend. Which was exciting and nerve wracking and nothing short of a total adventure; getting calls from our realtor at 8:30AM several mornings in a row, saying there's a house we need to see as soon as possible, sloshing coffee as we grabbed our mugs and flew out the door.
It's been exciting, picturing ourselves in each home we see, debating where furniture would go, whether or not certain features are deal-breakers; "But Trevor, I really like the pink countertops! Do you not?!" The blooming cherry blossoms and warm breezes have only tickled our imaginations as we imagine starting over in a new place, planting rosebushes wherever we please.
But it's also been tough. We live in Apex, which was voted the number one town in America to live. In the whole freakin' country. Which means now everyone wants to live here. Which means houses get sold mere hours after being listed.
We were finally the first ones to see a house the other day and we threw our offer at them like confetti, along with a letter depicting how young and charming we are, how we want to raise babies in their lovely home (added for effect, of course), along with a photo of us hugging and smiling at the camera.
It may have worked.
Nothing's official yet, but things are looking hopeful. It's all I can do not to start buying lace curtains and throwing paint in the color "eggshell" at every wall.
We shall see.