We close on our house tomorrow! Finally! It has been a really long process, compounded because of Matt’s job change so we had to wait until he had paystubs at that job for employment verification.
But.
Tomorrow.
Yeaaaaaahhh…
We sign a lot of papers, legally binding us in ways that are both very scary and very exciting. It’s really hitting me tonight and I feel a little weird. In a few days they will record the house and we can officially get the keys and move in and stuff and it just feels like a big, scary adult move. Do most mid-20s people feel this freaked out by realizing they have adult jobs and adult marriages and adult mortgages and adult bills and adult pets and adult shit? I’m just wondering if everyone is wandering about with this barely concealed panic at turning around and realizing they have sneaked into adulthood without realizing it. Or maybe I’m just abnormal and need to get a grip.
I feel pretty freaked out all the time.
I’m avoiding buying a condo or house and I don’t have the grown up marriage, but I get pretty freaked out by the adult crap I do have. Responsibility for the education of 250 kids? $10K of debt? Decisions about careers and stuff? Aaaaah! But I’m still excited for you, and excited to see your house. If you need someone to come hang out and help unpack boxes or chat while you do, let me know.
I feel the exact same way.
But I thought it had to do with that I was married and owning homes at 21. That’s a lot for an early-20s kid. But I guess the rest of the 20 somethings feel the same concealed panic as me.
Congrats on closing on the house! About damn time, huh? Now you can give the bank the middle finger and ignore them. (Well, except for sending them payments. But whatev.)
Yay! Congratulations! That is such exciting news!
As far as the freaking out, it gets worse when you have kids. (At least, it did for me.)
Even though I’m the one volunteering in their classrooms at school, driving them places, washing their clothes, cooking for them, and tucking them in at night, it still shocks me that I am the mother of four (five) children. They call me “mom”, but mostly it seems like I’m babysitting, because it isn’t possible for me to be someone’s– let alone FOUR (five) someones’– mother, is it?
Love love love! And yes I was freaked as shit for a while with the house purchase. I didn’t freak as much with the marriage and cats. My biggest stupid “do other people do this?” freak out was when we bought a couch and I realized I could no longer fit my entire life into one car.
I have moments of pure, crap-I’m-growing-up panic every so often — and sometimes at completely random times. And 18 months ago, when we closed on our house, I was a nervous wreck all day. I even photographed the cashier’s check we got from our bank (when we depleted our savings) for the closing costs because I’d never seen a check that large with MY NAME on it somewhere. Somehow, by photographing it, I was telling myself, “Look, proof this happened in case someone tries to say it was all a dream.”
Congrats on the house! Please post some photos soon.