There’s no charming way of saying it, so I’ll just cut right to the chase – we bought an apartment. We’re now homeowners. Also, we now owe some bank a lot of money.
I feel as if I should punctuate each sentence above with an exclamation point, but it is still sinking in. There’s so much to think about and do before the move-in date. I don’t mean to sound blasé about the whole thing. Quite the contrary: we’re really excited. Proud that we did this ourselves, with our savings from way back, without any help. Excited that in the ever-popular Brooklyn that is becoming too hip for its own good, we found a neighborhood that we can afford, feel safe in, plant roots. Also a little scared that we just plunked down our entire savings on a home, and now it’s sink or swim. I’d like to think that Andrew and I are the swimming types.
After the closing appointment on Monday where we signed more documents than we knew existed and got our keys, and finally sat down to lunch around four o’clock that afternoon, Andrew and I realized that this might be the most adult thing we’ve done. Certainly, the most momentous thing we’ve done together. Yes, we got married, and neither he nor I want to diminish the significance of that day. But, somehow, buying a home together made me feel more married to Andrew than before – if that makes any sense.
Strange as it may seem, I find seemingly quotidian things more romantic than traditional ones. That day this past summer when I got home from the gym and Andrew pitted several pounds of sour cherries for me, because he knew how much I hated to pit them, I swooned. Seeing both of our names, side by side, on the apartment documents made my eyes well up: We are really doing this; we are really in it — together.
And what I also love is that we will need to do work on this apartment to make it ours, to make it better, to make it more beautiful. There are chips and cracks and things that need mending and fixing, starting with demolishing a quarter wall in the kitchen to make it bigger and more open. It’s not a perfect apartment, and I love it more for the imperfections is now has than if it came to us in pristine state. This way – we really get to make it ours. It will take some time and that’s okay. In fact, it’s more than okay — good things are worth the wait and hard work.
We’ll have to design a sound saving plan, do a lot of work ourselves, figure out where we can save and splurge. We’ll have room for guests and parties and a tiny room we can use as a home office. And we’ll have a tiny terrace where we can have morning coffee in the summer, quiet weekend breakfasts, and hopefully grow some herbs, if I manage not to kill them all (my track record is not inspiring confidence).
We won’t be moving until around mid-December, and until then I have to finish testing one book, host Thanksgiving with our families, continue to work on another book, review and edit the second pass of the Forgione book (due to me tomorrow, I believe, just to name a few things.
We hope to do a little work in the kitchen before the move. God willing we can swing it financially since we have about three cents to play with here. The idea is to open the kitchen up a bit and make it more functional for all my work projects.
I’m considering documenting some of the renovations here on the blog, but would this be interesting or boring to you? Please be honest: This isn’t a decorating blog or a home improvement one, and I’m certainly no expert when it comes to lifestyle blogging (nor am I trying to be one). But if you think it might be helpful, let me know. We’ll be doing it on a shoestring budget. And if you have any practical tips or suggestions, I’d love to hear them. Andrew and I are total novices at this – and we’ll take all the advice we can get.