As some of you know, we started the long long process of looking for a house at the beginning of this year. Last week we finally found a house that we both love and we made an offer on it Tuesday night. I know that this doesn’t necessarily mean that our journey is over, since one of a million things could mean that this house isn’t for us and I’m prepared to accept that if that is the case.

But the waiting to hear back about the offer is killing me! It shouldn’t (because we originally thought the process would take a lot longer than it will) but there is just something about the waiting that makes me antsy. And of course everyone and their brother called me last night. Each phone ring would be followed by a gasp and then directly followed by me telling Sam, “No, it’s not the realtor!”

One gem from our house hunting that I think is just swell.

One house we looked at had this awesome wallpapered wall in the basement that I dubbed the “Purple Mountain Majesty” wall. Unfortunately the rest of the house didn’t live up to the Purple Mountain Majesty wall, so we had to pass.