Well, Matt and I found a house.
We made the offer last weekend and got the news on Wednesday night that as of December 4th, we will be homeowners. I'm kind of shocked that we were able to decide on a house because we went to the grocery store last weekend and you should've seen us try to pick out a pineapple.
It took an embarrassingly long time to find one that looked perfect, and Matt, because he comes from a long line of men in the produce business, has some unusual rituals to determine whether or not fruit is ripe.
Let's just say I will never forget the first time I saw him enthusiastically slapping cantaloupes in the fruit aisle.
Due to the prickly nature of pineapples he smells them instead of slapping them (which I prefer), and his sniffer found a great one because we got home and raved for days about how it was THE BEST PINEAPPLE WE EVER TASTED.
Here's hoping we found the best house too.
Although there was no slapping or sniffing involved in that decision.
It does have one bedroom with orange shag carpet. And there is so much wallpaper. It is like stepping into a time capsule.
Pretty soon I will have to face the reality of packing up our apartment, and I predict that it will probably go the way packing always does for me. I start out incredibly organized and by moving day I'm tossing completely unrelated items into the same box and then wondering why two weeks later I unpack a box containing snow boots, cinnamon scented decorative pine cones, and serving utensils.
We got the house news late on Wednesday night and then I couldn't fall asleep because all I could think about was Benjamin Moore's Revere Pewter paint in the living room and dining room. While I see gray as a calming neutral, Matt sees is as gloomy and suggested yellow for the main areas.
And I reacted with an impassioned speech about how I've been dreaming for a long, long time about how I want to decorate a house and I envision a house with COOL UNDERTONES NOT WARM UNDERTONES HOW DARE YOU EVEN SUGGEST SUCH A THING?
So bring on the paint chips. And the rake for our shag carpet.
And the wine.