I've been hemming and hawing about whether to say anything about this, but I feel I shouldn't be afraid to share the good news in my life, so I'm just going to say it!
I have a home.
You see, for the past few months Mr. Artist and I have been quietly house hunting! It all happened back in late fall and we were walking the dog together when Mr. Artist grabbed my hand and swinging my arm like a little kid, he said, "We should get a house together!" and that was that.
Finding a home certainly wasn't as easy as saying we should get a home. There were some ups and downs along the way and frustrated moments when we were both just discouraged. Although buying in Vancouver has become more affordable than in recent years and it was no longer necessary to buy a place sight unseen, the market was still one of the highest in the country.
Yet we persisted weekend after weekend and after seeing countless open houses, to the point where I couldn't recall which ones I'd visited or only viewed online, we finally found it. Our little green house on a tree-lined street. It wasn't perfect, but we could see it being home.
On real estate shows, they always make it seem like the most nerve-wracking part of the process is submitting the offer, but in reality it's not. For me, the most nerve-wracking parts were all the parts after getting the accepted offer, such as getting the inspections done and figuring out all the financing. I literally couldn't sleep for a week after putting in our house offer and would call up Mr. Artist in the middle of the night frantically punching calculations into our budget spreadsheet and hyperventilating. These were the moments that I really appreciated his steadiness, although sometimes it also infuriated me that he wasn't freaking out too.
Finally though the deal was done. Now could come the fun part! Kind of. The next month will be a whirlwind of renovations, cleaning and moving. Oh yeah, and I'm taking school while working during this too. The next month is sure to be a fun ride, but it is one I'm eager to jump on, at least 95% of the time.
While visiting Ikea and discussing back-splashes with Mr. Artist is endlessly fun, a part of me is saddened to lose part of my independence. I love living on my own and the freedom it brings. I love coming home to a quiet night just to myself. I love being able to go out as late, or have anyone over whenever I want. I love being able to eat marshmallows for dinner if I want. Now that's going to end. The benefits outweigh the bad for sure and I know this is a necessary change to get the future I want, but still. I'm really going to miss those nights of Real Housewives marathons and painting my toe nails.