My husband and I did a final walk through of the home at 9:45am, went to the bank at 10:30am to close and had the keys to our first home in our hand by 10:55am. I won't lie - it didn't hit be at first. We walked out of the bank as homeowners and Lucas was ecstatic. The last seven weeks - since our offer was accepted - had gone by incredibly slow. It gave me a lot of time to process the situation, which I think took away from the excitement of closing.
We went straight back to the house and made a game plan. The home had great bones but needed some immediate cosmetic updates before we moved in on Sunday. The number one project was painting. Just about every room had to be repainted. For the past 53 years, the same family has lived in this home. My guess is that it hadn't been painted in at least 30 years. I'd already done some research on a color scheme so we headed to Lowe's to pick up the paint and supplies. Reinforcements (aka our family and friends) would be helping us paint Saturday so we wanted to wash all the walls before they arrived. Boy, washing walls is fun!
We spent Friday night on an air mattress in the living room. I haven't slept in a house this big (without a bunch of family around) in quite some time. As an apartment dweller for the past 10 years, I've gotten very accustomed to small spaces and having just one floor. Now, my home is two stories (plus a basement) with three bedrooms and an attached garage. There's a lot of places bad people can hide in here! Just to slowly dip my feet in, I felt better being out in the open in the living room rather than in a bedroom tucked away upstairs. (It makes sense in my head.)
As we were laying down, it hit me. This is my home.