Kris and I have bad timing. It’s a constant problem that has plagued us since day one. We scheduled a long road trip to Canada two days after we moved into our first place. I canceled our first date. He’s had weddings of close friends scheduled on the very same day. We had to go to a wedding expo at our venue on his 30th birthday. The list goes on and on.
Since wedding planning is in the bag and on sleep mode, Kris and I returned to one of our favorite pastimes: looking at houses. We went to a first time home buyers meeting at our credit union in November and got a better idea of what it would cost and how long it would take. We also got our financial ducks in a row and started some long budget talks (very romantic and not at all stressful or a breeding ground for arguments, no) and did some serious planning, but we weren’t sure if we’d get a house this winter or spring or summer or next winter.
Then we saw it: a tri-level in a rural subdivision. It was a cute 4 bedroom, 2 bath with a .6 acre yard in a nice neighborhood. This was our house! Well, maybe just my house. Kris was a little less enthused, but still indulged me and we got pre-approval from the bank and got a realtor and moved forward.
Unfortunately, our realtor let us know our dream house had an offer pending and it wasn’t available anymore. We were bummed, but we realized the house we wanted had some drawbacks that we (I) had been glossing over, like the distance from downtown Madison, where we both work.
We made our first appointment with our realtor and saw three houses. We had high hopes for one house (turned out to be too small), were meh about another (a ranch house, which we both aren’t wild about) and were mildly interested in the last house we were supposed to see. In fact, when we were emailed the listing, we weren’t too impressed and didn’t think about seeing it until my mom emailed me and suggested checking it out (don’t tell her that!).
Of course, that’s the one that took us by surprise and wowed us, despite the alarming amount of big furniture, collections of angels and knickknacks, and country wallpaper borders IN EVERY ROOM (yes, bathrooms, too). But we love the layout (master suite? yes, please), sun room, neighborhood, schools, and the potential to finish the basement and add on square feet. Right now we are waiting on the home inspection and appraisal, but hopefully we will jump through those hoops.
So why not buy a house and have a wedding within 7 weeks of each other?