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Chicken? Where's the head?
Aug. 3rd, 2003 11:15 pmI find myself struck with a whirlwind of my own design.
I've been harboring this nebulous vision of owning my own house ever since I watched![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silenceleigh buy her own condo some three and a half years back. She's only a month younger than I, after all. But situations (read: jobs) dictated otherwise until just recently, when Lori stirred up my longings to more easily realized plans.
Aims, more like: as an archer finds a target. Zen archery, perhaps, where the target can be but a few feet away.
I'd been eyeing this one listing of a condo on Sand Point for the last week and a half, in between my vacillations and wibbling over the decision to seize the chance I have at the end of our lease here and buy instead of continuing to rent. Today, I finally went and looked. I haven't seen much else in the price range: my affordable price range, that doesn't include most of what I've seen. I have seen enough to know what I can afford, and to know that this is a good one.
Supremely convenient to the U, both by bike and bus, spitting distance from Magnuson, (and while it doesn't even have a balcony, the P-Patch at Magnuson is right across the road to salve my itchy gardening thumbs) It's on the small side, but it has walls for bookshelves and a storage unit for the excess crap. And a pool!
So tomorrow, in the middle of rushing around trying to patch everything at Harborview, I'm going to hole up with my cell phone and make a few calls. The real estate agent, to make the offer, the bank, to get the mortgage app started (that I should have done last week), the downpayment assistance program, for the 3% down that I don't have, Lori, to ask her all sorts of mortgage&house related questions, and probably Kasha, Dru and my parents for other moral support-type asistance. Pity I can't get onto Hell from Harborview: I'd wibble there, too.
And deep in my greedy little heart, I'm singing 'Mine! All mine! You can't have it! Mineminemine!' all the while praying that no one snatched it out from underneath me after I left the complex today.
I've been harboring this nebulous vision of owning my own house ever since I watched
silenceleigh buy her own condo some three and a half years back. She's only a month younger than I, after all. But situations (read: jobs) dictated otherwise until just recently, when Lori stirred up my longings to more easily realized plans. Aims, more like: as an archer finds a target. Zen archery, perhaps, where the target can be but a few feet away.
I'd been eyeing this one listing of a condo on Sand Point for the last week and a half, in between my vacillations and wibbling over the decision to seize the chance I have at the end of our lease here and buy instead of continuing to rent. Today, I finally went and looked. I haven't seen much else in the price range: my affordable price range, that doesn't include most of what I've seen. I have seen enough to know what I can afford, and to know that this is a good one.
Supremely convenient to the U, both by bike and bus, spitting distance from Magnuson, (and while it doesn't even have a balcony, the P-Patch at Magnuson is right across the road to salve my itchy gardening thumbs) It's on the small side, but it has walls for bookshelves and a storage unit for the excess crap. And a pool!
So tomorrow, in the middle of rushing around trying to patch everything at Harborview, I'm going to hole up with my cell phone and make a few calls. The real estate agent, to make the offer, the bank, to get the mortgage app started (that I should have done last week), the downpayment assistance program, for the 3% down that I don't have, Lori, to ask her all sorts of mortgage&house related questions, and probably Kasha, Dru and my parents for other moral support-type asistance. Pity I can't get onto Hell from Harborview: I'd wibble there, too.
And deep in my greedy little heart, I'm singing 'Mine! All mine! You can't have it! Mineminemine!' all the while praying that no one snatched it out from underneath me after I left the complex today.
