Erk!

So, last year we got married. And, like, a month before our wedding we both forgot to renew our lease. Then Danny decided we should try to buy a house. A month. Before. The wedding. We frantically bid on three houses, gradually getting more and more expensive and out of our price range. As we were driving home from our realtor's house after bidding on the last house I got into a head-on collision and my car was totaled. At that point we decided that whatever divine deity is looking down on us did not want us to buy a house a few weeks before our wedding. Instead this deity wanted us to rent a house and move all our belongings two weeks before the wedding. Can you picture this? Stressed out bride. Planning a big wedding on a small wedding budget. And packing. And moving. And trying to persuade her beloved fiance that it was probably more worthwhile for him to help pack than it was to personally carving ice sculptures for each table.

We waited a year, decided that what we really wanted was a unique fixer-upper in a nice area that we could work on together. Today, we signed the paperwork to officially buy a house. It's a four bedroom house with an Arizona room and a fireplace on over 2 acres. It's close to work and to downtown. We somehow managed to beat out five other bidders. It's definitely a fixer-upper, with graffiti and walls painted half baby pink and half prison-grey. But the structure of the house is good, and we get to turn the house into exactly what we want.

Sometimes, life works out for the best. Even if it involves a near death experience and utter pre-wedding panic.