We pondered. We calculated. We formulated Plans A, B, and C.
We decided to purchase another house before we've sold ours.
We reached a deal with the sellers that will get us through the summer without feeling the burn of two mortgages. Come September, all bets are off. If our first home is not sold by then, we will be facing the episode of our lives brought to you by the number two--two mortgages, two house insurance policies, two sets of taxes, two dwellings to vacuum and dust. . .
We're taking the gamble because we think this house is the one for us. It's got what I want: a pool, a whirlpool tub, and a spacious kitchen. It's got what The Partner wants: 4 acres, an oversized garage, plenty of parking space, and a garage-sized shed for all his gas powered lawn implements. It's got space for The Boss to grow and the dog to run amok.
This is no blind jump into the uncertainty of owning two homes for an indeterminate amount of time. We looked at all the angles and decided that we can swing it. It won't be easy, of course. We'll be living off the fat of the land for awhile and not venturing out into the world of extraneous costs, but even that doesn't sound bad. I mean, we have everything right in one place. It's why we're taking this risk in the first place.
As always, I'll keep you updated. Though I have to wonder if you might be getting sick of reading about this drawn out process by now. I know I'm getting sick of talking about it. The whole thing is strangely boring, in a life changing kind of way.