That line should say everything. I'm buying a house, or making an offer at least. I have to print all of the papers and sign and fax them tomorrow and drop off my earnest money. I'm buying a house! I can't believe it.
Part of the reason I decided to move on the house is because my neighbors keep complaining to the property manager about my dog barking. Now, I've been home sick for five days, so I'm not sure when they complained, but apparently he barks non-stop. Of course, I have spent most of the last five days either laying on my bed, laying on the couch, or sleeping. The dog has been laying with me. He sometimes barks, warning barks, when he thinks someone is outside, if they knock on the door, or if he hears the upstairs neighbors go in and out of their door. These still aren't non-stop. In the last five days, he's only been left alone twice. Once when I went looking at houses and once when I took M and a friend to the pool for about 45 minutes. I'm really ticked about the whole thing.
I'm buying a house!
I haven't told my parents, of course. I don't plan to until the deal is all final and I have the keys, or maybe once the contract is signed. They'll just die.
I talked to my girlfriend about it some. She even went with me to look and offered to help me with some of the minor renovations the house needs. This is the same person I was seeing a few months ago, and I broke things off, but we're back together now. We had a long talk about going too fast and needing space, and it's working out now. It's all good. I'm pretty happy, although a little dopey on the drugs the doctor gave me to cure my strep throat.
