New Chapter: Townhouse Owner

Even as I type this, it doesn't seem real. But it is, I have the keys!

But let's take it back to November. I was living in a one-bedroom apartment, which meant I had been living and working out of the same room every single day for nine months. My lease was up, and I knew I couldn't' renew it. I needed a two-bedroom, where I could have one room as a dedicated office, and it would be a cherry on top if I had an outside space to give me a little more breathing room. But the real question was - should I rent a two-bedroom or should I get serious about buying a place? It was a lot, and I needed time to think about it, I decided to move back into my parent's house. It made sense because of the pandemic, and it would give me time to figure out my next step. I gave myself permission to take my time; I was eating well at my parents I didn't need to go anywhere for a few months.

Then on Thursday, Dec 10th, I saw THE townhouse in Wallingford.

I had initially gone to look at another townhouse, but thanks to my realtor, I was able to see this one. It wasn’t on the market, so it was a real surprise.

It was the one! It has two bedrooms, three bathrooms, a den, a small patio, and a large balcony. Once I saw it and decided that I couldn't let it slip through my fingers, everything went into hyperdrive.

Denise, my realtor, needed to find out what the price was first! It's part of a new build, and since it wasn't on the market, I didn't have any information on it. She called me the next morning with bad news; the unit already had an offer. I was gutted, but luckily not for too long. The people dropped their offer and decided to go with the bigger unit at the end of the block. It was a miracle, and I had to jump on it.

I saw it for twenty minutes at night and had my offer accepted less than 24 hours later.

I took this photo on the night I saw it. This is the kitchen on the second floor.

There was a lot of paperwork; I bit all of my nails down, I didn't sleep, and my anxiety was at a level I didn't know was possible. I'm an overthinker, and I overthought everything, and I mean everything. It didn't help that I didn't know anything about buying a house. I also kept this adventure to myself, I didn't want to jinx it. I have this weird thing where I don't believe anything until I have something tangible to hold on to. So even when I was signing the closing papers, it didn't seem real to me. It wasn't until I had the key in my hand and I was standing in my townhouse without a mask that it felt real.

I'll be honest; it was a scary process because I just wasn't sure if it would be possible. There's so much that goes into buying a house, and you're pushed to be all in but also told to be ready if it all falls apart. It's a weird line to walk for a month.

I walked it, and now I have keys to a home that I am so excited to live in.

Stopped by on New Years Day to see the unit with the sold sign on it.

I am so thankful to be able to do this; I feel lucky everytime I turn the key in the lock. And I feel grateful for my parents, who let me talk their ears off about this for the last few months and assured me that this was possible every step of the way.

If you have any questions, I'm happy to answer.

If you have any couch recommendations, please send them my way!