Now you know what I've been doing for the past months. It was tough not to blog about the house, but it's difficult to play hardball with the seller if he reads my deepest, darkest secrets online. Basically, I was scared I would mess things up.
Stress is an interesting topic post cancer. A few months ago, Eric and I asked ourselves whether or not my body could handle the stress of buying a home, selling a home, and especially, fixing a home that's over a hundred years old. In the end, I decided that I didn't want to change my life because of cancer. I certainly didn't want to live in fear of the cancer coming back. So, as I did five years ago when purchasing the condo Eric and I currently live in, I asked myself where I want to be in 5 or 10 years. Now five years ago I was single; I wanted to find Eric and start a family. I'm not saying "If you build it, they will come," but I bought the house and Eric arrived within the month. Cliche but true ... and since it worked the first time ...
Five to ten years from today, Eric and I (ideally) want a big family (four kids would be fine thank you), and a good community. I think if we shove them in long-ways, this house can fit a few more children than our basement condo!
It does feel odd to want perfection when I just finished my last chemo treatment, but hey, if I don't buy the lotto ticket, I'm guaranteed to never win the lotto. A week from today, Eric and I are buying a very expensive lotto ticket.
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