I have officially started with the house hunting process. I sent in my application a few minutes ago to the loan officer and I don't know why, but I'm all jittery and nervous now. I've talked about buying a house for over a year now and I'm finally getting it done and I'll be honest...I'm scared to death. What if they look at my finances and laugh, "Are you kidding? You want to buy a house with this? Did you want it with or without wheels?" What if the only thing I can afford wreaks like mold and is infested with roaches? What if a bunch of drug dealers or Satan worshipers move in next door to me? How will I keep Millie away from them? What if the ceiling caves in on me one night while I'm sleeping...or worse when I'm in the shower? I'm just a little nervous about these and a million other things I haven't thought of yet.
It's just that I've never spent so much money or bought anything so expensive or grown up. I just wish that I had someone to talk it over with and make the decision with and experience the whole process with. Where is my eternal companion anyways? Why isn't he here for this? What could be more important than your future wife's first home? When I find him, we are having a discussion about all the scary things I have had to do on my own and what he was doing that was so important that he wasn't there for them. He better not be playing video games. I'm just sayin'.
Anyways, I will promise to all of my readers out there that I hereby solemnly swear to never decorate with fishes and to not house my beer can collection under the front porch.