Pinch me, I must be dreaming...

It is Sunday night and we are three days out until we close on "the" house.  It is an exciting yet scary time.  Our current home hasn't sold yet and we are just a few short days away from owning the home we have always hoped to have.  Who cares if we are in a recession/depression and the market is flooded with over a years worth of homes for people to buy?  Minor details, right?  So rather than fret about that (trust me, there is plenty else to worry about) I have decided to blog about the journey my husband and I have decided to venture upon with our unsuspecting three year-old.  This oughta be good.

What makes a dream home?  For some I guess it would be a spacious home that lauds a mega basement that allows for a man cave and massive flat screen TV on the wall.  Many of our friends have upgraded to this type of abode and don't get me wrong, we think those are pretty cool.  But what is in the cards for us?  Well, not that.  We have stumbled up on a restored 1910 home in the historic district of Marietta that is within walking distance to the square, our church, the homes of our friends and the home of my grandmother (where I grew up) plus the school where our daughter will be a fourth generation student to attend.  And the icing on the this cake dream?  It's a short sale.  (Remind me to tell you later there is no such thing as "short" in a short sale.)

We've hardly told anyone not because of lack of patience or faith but rather because I think we are afraid we'll wake up and the dream will have been just that....a dream.  After five months of waiting, the day is almost here. The seller's bank has finally agreed and our loan has been approved. Closing on 1910 dream street is just around the corner.