Waiting for this house to be completed strangely feel a lot like waiting for a baby. And I would know, I’ve done both this year. Our “due date” is December 27th but the builder said this is a fluid date. Meaning it could be the 28th or possibly the 31st. We’re in the third trimester though, and all of the pieces are mostly put together. We’re just putting on some extra fat now and… Ok, this analogy is getting weird.
Basically we’re in the final countdown. I can sorta officially say we close next week. Unless they tell me otherwise. Our walkthrough is this Wednesday and last I checked we still didn’t have landscaping, our irrigation system or my master bathtub! I’m planning to go through that place with a fine tooth comb when we’re checking everything out, so there may be more things added to that list.
When we were building our current home I’m not even sure I opened every cabinet door. I know for sure I didn’t check all the outlets. This time around I’m gonna be charging all kinds of things. Messing with light switches as my kids would, and maybe even warm up some cookies in the oven.
Though we have already scheduled movers and cable it’s not hard to push them out a few days if need be. We’d love to ring in the new year in our new home, but not at the expense of missing things, or letting potential mistakes go.
Our realtor will also be with us so that’ll help. If you’ve ever built a house and had things you didn’t notice were mistakes until after the fact please let me know so I can remember to check.
Most of our house is in boxes. Like seriously. I just started adding Christmas packages to the stack of boxes and the kids can’t tell the difference. Is that kitchen appliances or a giant toy? Who knows?! All the gifts are hidden in plain site. (They are sitting on some here). Hopefully I’ll remember exactly where I stacked them on Christmas eve or we may be unpacking some forgotten Christmas gifts after we move in.
Surprisingly, I feel like I’m handling all of this pretty well. I’m meditating every morning before I start my day and I’m trying to keep things in perspective. This state of chaos is temporary. I won’t be pregnant forever.