Our offer on our dream home was accepted by the seller, and we are moving forward with the process. Next up is all the red tape before we get the keys put in our hands. Appraisals, inspections, closing etc. I am excited beyond all belief. This is our dream house. When I imagined what I would want in our house, this has everything, and then some southern charm thrown in, and a cute little porch swing I never would have thought to want. But I love it. Everything about it.
Do you notice a lot of "I" statements? That's because this is all on me. I was the one that found the listing, I was the one that called the realtor, I am the one who viewed the house, I, as the POA signed all the paperwork. My husband is 8000 miles away and he loved the pictures of the house, he knows how much I like it, and he wants what I want. But he has never seen it, he has never walked up those front steps, he has never felt the granite countertops, he has never set foot near the house. When I go through with the inspector to make sure the house is up to standard, he won't be there, when the paperwork is signed to make this OUR house, he won't be there. It makes me sad. This is OUR house but because of his duties to his job, and his country, he cannot be here for this. It is just another reminder of everything we are going through, everything we have gone through and everything that he is missing out on this year. It is just so sad to me. I just wish it were easier. When I found out the sellers accepted our offer, I got so excited and was dancing around my living room like and idiot and I wanted so badly to turn to my husband and tell him and we could hug and celebrate like most people would getting this kind of news. But I couldn't. Military families miss out on so much during deployments, and it is so hard sometimes. We just have to remind ourselves that there is a reason for it. And someday, soon, they will come home again and we can feel whole again.
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