We finally did it.
After six months of searching in Bartlesville and four months searching here in Houston, Mr. Torres and I finally found (and purchased) a house that we could both agree on.
Emphasis on both.
Because Mr. Torres is so non-picky that any house would have worked and I am so picky that I even drive myself crazy sometimes.
Emphasis also on finally.
Because as much as I love living in someone else’s house and having 90% of our belongings in storage, I was ready to get settled into our own home.
Mr. Torres? Not so much.
See, as long as we’re living with someone else, he doesn’t have to do any yard work, any house projects or fund any yard work or house projects that I want to tackle.
That’s all about to change in very major ways.
But before we take on the role of being homeowners again, we need a vacation (or at least Mr. Torres does).
A big vacation.
We’re going to Europe:)
With the house and the vacation and my birthday all happening within a few days of each other, there’s just too much to do and too much to be excited about around here.
I love it.