I’m now living in that liminal space–not quite a homeowner, but already feeling the pinch. The house is off the market, my good faith check was CASHED yesterday, and I’ve got calls in to two different inspector guys. It feels like command central here in my little apartment.
Pest inspection? Check.
Call to Mom & Dad about closing costs? Check.
Brush teeth? Not yet, but that’s up next.
Did I mention a new issue of Cottage Living arrived yesterday? They are so going to want to my “Before” and “After.” I’m going to cottage chic like they’ve never seen.