And now we play the waiting game…

This morning I did something both devastatingly scary and damned exciting at the same time: I submitted an offer on a home.

For several months now, The Wife™ and I have been looking at homes. It started as an attempt to get out of a bad situation (landlords & neighbors) and turned into an exercise in frustration. Either the house was too expensive or needed insane amounts of repair, or it was in an incredibly bad neighborhood (i.e. backed up to a crack neighborhood). Finally we found a home we liked, in a decent neighborhood and priced where we could afford it. Then the issues with the taxes came up. That has been dealt with, and the offer has been submitted.

Now, we wait. We wait for the bank to tell us "WAI!" or "NO WAI."

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go shotgun a bottle of antacids.