Operation Find A House: Month Eight

We’ve been house hunting since August. Let me paint you a picture: our apartment looks like a real estate office exploded. There are Zillow printouts on every surface, I have three different mortgage pre-approval letters in my purse, and Marcus has developed a nervous twitch every time I say the words “open house.”

Operation Find A House: Month Eight

Yesterday I caught him googling “how to survive house hunting without divorce” which is both hilarious and concerning. The man has seen forty-six houses. He can identify foundation issues from the street. He knows more about septic systems than any graphic designer should.

Strategic planning session

But here’s the thing - we WILL find our house this year. I don’t care if it takes another eight months or if Marcus has to be sedated during the closing. My New Year’s resolution is simple: buy a house. His resolution? Quote: “Survive Elena’s house hunting without losing my mind.”

The moment Marcus realized we’re looking at house #47

Fair enough, honestly.

Somewhere out there is a house with our name on it. Probably literally, because I’ve written “The Hartwells” on so many showing sheets at this point.

The evidence of our obsession

2016 is our year. I can feel it. Marcus can feel it too, mainly in his stress headaches, but still.