It’s happening! We’re moving!
We know it feels like we’ve been talking about this for months – hinting at it here and there (constantly, it seems!), but not really saying much else at all. We’re sorry. It’s been a long and winding road (and the topic of every dinner conversation for months), and the superstitious side of us didn’t want to divulge until we sealed that loan commitment, nailed down a closing date, and signed off on all contracts. But! It’s time, and we have our closing date: June 7th! And we’re moving! July 1st!
Aah, notice the big difference in the closing and moving date?
Our soon-to-be home is occupied by tenants, but we opted for a sooner closing date to lock in our lower rate for the new mortgage. This big reason (the current tenants) combined with a slammed market is why it’s taken so long to get us to the closing table. For weeks, we’ve been in negotiations with the seller, and only now have we all come to one happy agreement. Those tenants – who knew there was a looming move in their future – will be out by the end of June, and for privacy reasons, we’re not sharing any photos of the home until they’ve vacated and we’re in. (More suspense!)
So while we can’t share photos just yet, we can say this: There’s a yard! There’s a front porch and a garage and stairs! It’s a two flat, and we’ll be converting it to a single family – with a bigger studio, larger living room and a bedroom that’ll fit more than just a bed. It couldn’t be more different than the UNreal One; it’s a blank slate, truly. It’s 100 years old, with low-end updates over the years, and we’ve been joking with our friends that we cannot wait to, uh, jump its bones (too much?).
Yes, the Unreal One was a dreamboat, but we now realize it was for the best; we fell hard for that home, but we weren’t in love with the new-to-us neighborhood. But this (soon-to-be) home? It’s in our current ‘hood; the same streets and nooks and brunch spots we’ve had a love affair with since the day we moved to Chicago – 7 years ago. Location was key to this home. A shabby interior can be fixed, location cannot. (We all know this though, right?)
So, what’s next? We pack. We purge. We talk about how bittersweet it is to leave this little home, and we excite Jack with promises of his huge city yard – and the girls with whole rooms to themselves.
We can’t wait to share this new journey with you. (We’re bursting, really.)