Wow, I actually had to go back and review my last post because I couldn’t remember what I wrote about last, lol…does anyone read this blog anymore?

Well, I was afraid to mention anything for fear of jinxing it, but I’ve already told a select few people and am going to go ahead and announce it: I’m in the process of buying a house! M and I are doing it together, since the cost of living in VA Beach is way more than either of us ever imagined. We’ve been meeting with a home mortgage specialist and realtor, and this week we were given our pre-approval letter for the loan. Last Saturday, we found a townhouse we love, and after discussing it and driving around the neighborhood at night to see if it looked safe, we decided to make an offer. So Friday we’re meeting with our realtor again to draw up the offer paperwork. I AM SO EXCITED!

I wish it could all be good news, but alas, it isn’t. My parents are less than enthusiastic about the neighborhood. They went so far as to claim it’s “rough,” even though I looked up the crime reports for the neighborhood and it’s no worse than where my parents (and I!) are living right now! I would also like to say that although they are my parents, they can be extremely narrow-minded about many things and especially types of people. When they saw the neighborhood and house for themselves, I was told not to buy this house because there are too many (insert racial group here) who live there. That was so saddening because hello, my parents are minorities and they’re making comments about another race? How stupid is that? I guess there are some people who, no matter how old they are, have the most dangerous stereotypes and prejudices ingrained in their minds. And that, to me, is the saddest thing.

Nevertheless, we are going to make an offer on the house. Even after I had it out with my dad last night. I wouldn’t call it a shouting match, but he claims any argument is just me “being stubborn” and the one last night actually ended, I kid you not, with him saying to me–my nearly 28-year-old self, remember–”stop talking back to me and go to your room.” wtf?

Well, I DID, but that’s the last straw. Supposedly he and my mom are giving us a gift to help with the down payment, but I don’t know if they’re still going to after last night. They didn’t say they’ve changed their mind but if they do, oh well. My dad even said, “don’t expect me to go over there at night, I’m not going” and I said, “fine, no one is making you” even though what I was really thinking was, “well after all this, you’re not welcome in our house.” sigh. This is exactly why I need to move out. I’m long overdue. I appreciate the support, mostly financial, that they have given me this past year since I moved back after my divorce, but this is ridiculous. The whole “go to your room” thing would have been comical, if I hadn’t been in tears at the time he said it.

I guess I just feel like it doesn’t matter how well I do, nothing is ever good enough for my parents. Mainly my dad. I told him–look, I work REALLY hard. I have two jobs, I’m going back to school, just LET ME MAKE THIS DECISION. I work *so* hard. I’m exhausted all the time, I was sick all of March, but I’m doing it for a reason. I’m not blowing all my paychecks on yarn and booze. I paid off a $2,600 credit card balance in less than 6 months! Kudos would be nice! But nope, that’s when he pulled out that comment about not coming over to our house because it’s so ooky-spooky DANGEROUS and what not. Even though the crime rate is comparable to my mom and dad’s neighborhood. mmhmm. Pot, meet kettle.

Want to hear the worst? And I quote, courtesy of my dad:

Him: “ok, move there, but when something bad happens to you, you’ll wish you’d listened.”

Me: *mind boggle* “Are you HOPING something bad happens to me??”

Him: “No, I’m not hoping, but WHEN something bad happens, you’ll be sorry.”

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But that’s enough of that! I already had my little crying spell last night, now it’s time to pull myself up by my bootstraps (whatever that means) and get down to business!

So yes, M and I are very excited because the house we’re after:

A) is in our budget! Always a plus, right?

B) newly upgraded–new roof, privacy fence in the backyard, new windows, etc.

C) all appliances convey, which apparently is a fancy way of saying that the appliances come with the house. um yes please thank you! Washer, dryer, fridge, stove (apparently some houses really don’t come with a stove–we saw one on Saturday), microwave, etc. That will save us a couple hundred (thousand?) right off the bat!

D) a big fenced backyard for my dogs! yes!! I am SO excited about this part There is a neighborhood park right behind the house, so now they can get their exercise on a regular basis!

I’m just so excited about this. I am deciding to let the cat out of the bag because I feel confident that we’ll be able to work out a deal with the sellers. And, on the chance that we don’t, there are other houses and the world won’t end. BUT, I am still confident about the house and I really think that our lives can only improve. I KNOW mine will! Got to get away from the house of shame and horror, otherwise known as my dad’s place.

I know I am always asking for good juju, so think happy thoughts filled with little houses (one in particular) for me! We should know more on Friday after our meeting with the realtor, so I’ll post more when I find out where we stand!