I originally titled this post as an update about my public bathing-suit wearing in the Yayo with my girls, because cheetah print (and tiger stripes). You’re probably not familiar with the term “Yayo”, because it’s a lame nickname for Miami and I enjoy using lame slang. But #anywaydoe, A jungle pretty much describes what my life has been for the past two weeks, down to the current state of my place of dwelling. So let’s share.
Almost a week before the girls and I planned to take flight on our kind-of-annual trip to the beach, my husband and I finally got the news that we’d been waiting on for the past year (Ok it was like 9 months, but who’s counting). The short-sale was finally approved by all parties and the house was as good as ours! Our long-awaited settlement date was scheduled for the day I took off for MIA. I planned to go cut a huge check, sign my life away, and sashay down to SoBe with an extra set of keys jingling in my pocket. But the house gods did not see fit for my day to be THAT bomb. Haters.
After a pushed-back settlement date (which cost us money), and an infuriating experience with Delta airlines that threatened to make me miss the new date (I cried at the airport y’all…and I don’t cry.) Me and the hubs finallllllyyyyy got our keys and as of 7/1/14 are proud homeowners. The next step? Get the hell out of my parent’s basement. Expeditiously.
See, a little after we got married, we moved from our cozy apartment in downtown Silver Spring, to my parent’s house. It was a no-brainer when my Dad offered us that option. His reasoning was that we should save all the money we were throwing away towards rent, and get out of our lease while we could so that we could comfortably house-hunt on our own time.You only have to mention the words save and money in the same sentence once, OK?
What we planned to last for no longer than 1 year, turned into an indefinite purgatory. It was convenient not having to pay real rent prices, and having several live-in babysitters. But let’s be real. There is no amount of savings that can replace a newly married couple having their OWN space–and I’ll just leave that there.
We put up an offer for a house that we love, the seller accepted and we swiftly entered into contract. We played this waiting game with the short-sale from September 2013 now. We went months at a time with no updates, and looked at other homes on several occasions. I watched a good five of my peers go through the entire home buying process while we were still just waiting on updates from a process that we started over a year ago. And yes I was salty. So, so salty. But we waited, and here we are!
Cut to now. My husband and I celebrated our 2nd wedding Anniversary on the 7th. I assumed that we would be spending a nice, quiet, (free) evening in our new home, sitting on the floor eating ramen noodles by candlelight or something rom-com-esque. To my surprise, Officer Woods had tickets to On The Run up his sleeve and a babysitter on deck! Needless to say, We didn’t get around to moving anything that weekend. Oh but this weekend? We had furniture delivered and packed up a U-haul with all the rest of our humble belongings and now we finally, officially have a Woods Residence! But it currently looks like this:
So yes, about that jungle…I’ve been buried under a sea of boxes and junk. And there are holes in the wall. Lots of holes in the wall. And I am broke. And last night, I wanted to eat Talenti ice cream but I couldn’t because I unpacked all my silverware that’s been boxed up and put it in the dishwasher. I could have just waited, but eff that. I managed to unpack all of my wine glasses and conveniently found a bottle of Merlot that someone gifted us a long time ago and all was right with the world…until I get home this evening and wonder why the cleaning fairies didn’t put all my junk away yet.