Remember that post I wrote about living intentionally and how Eric and I weren’t going to buy more than we needed and blah blah blah…yeah, so I’m full of shit.

Let this be a reminder dear readers that when you are definitive with the universe, the universe has a wicked sense of humor.

Shortly after the first of the year, I got an exciting call at work. It was Eric telling me that a producer he has worked with for years was selling his home (which includes a professional-grade sound studio, and his equipment).

Here’s some insight how decisions are made in our house. The conversation went a little something like this:

E: “I’m not sure what to think, it’s pretty crazy. I’m gonna send you the link”

L: “Holy shit. Call him right now. I’m going to call the realtor.”

The house went on the market Friday, we saw it Sunday, made our offer Monday, got accepted Wednesday. From there it’s been a whirlwind of preparing loan applications, getting appraisals, negotiating terms of the equipment deal. And you know, going to India.

The business opportunity, and the opportunity to see several lifelong goals all fall into place with one purchase was just too good to pass up. Honestly, I think we’ve both been waiting for the entire thing to fall apart at any moment.

But, we’ve closed. Papers are signed. We’re officially property owners. And, I feel like I’m glowing as much as I did in the early days of my first pregnancy. Quietly pleased, proud of myself even though this is something people do all the time. But overly excited because it’s all mine.

I’m giving myself carpal tunnel looking at Pinterest for decorating ideas. And, it’s silly because life is so frenetic for us these days it will take a long time to decorate and settle. But the business benefits aside and all that it means for Eric. I think about what it means for Luke. He won’t be in an apartment building where we hear our neighbors on their balconies late into the night on summer weekends. He will have a neighborhood, an amazing school. And, we’re actually going to be living just a mile from where my first job was in LA, near many people who were some of our first “friends who feel like family” in this crazy city.

For me, I can’t wait to entertain. We have a big outdoor table that the prior owners left and I can’t wait to sit around that late into the night with friends. There will be room for a bigger garden and a compost bin. I’ll have a balcony off our bedroom that I’ve claimed as “a room of my own”. (Thank you Virginia Woolf.)

This process has humbly reminded me that when life takes something away, it gives something back. If we had gotten the house in December, if our last pregnancy wasn’t a miscarriage, if I was still commuting further south…any of these things would have held us off from making this leap.

So prepare yourself for room reveals and DIY projects!! Plus, I have lots of things I want to document about our current place before we say good bye. Fun to come in the weeks ahead.