An interesting thing happens when you find yourself on the edge of adulthood. True adulthood, not just the adulthood that we think we hit when we turn 18. The mortgage, loan, buying a house kind of adulthood is exactly what I am talking about. The thing that happens when you find yourself on that brink of the “true” adulthood is that you realize just how little you know about the way the world works. Here are a few things I wish I knew when I started this whole process:
- There is no shame in the game when it comes to asking people you know for advice when getting a mortgage. I had no idea where to get started, and even though not everyone’s advice should be taken seriously, hearing what other people have gone through helps prepare you for the dark hole of getting a loan.
- Looking for a first house/apartment/property for yourself is actually kind of fun. For me, I lucked out and found a tiny starter home fairly quickly and fell in love with it.
- Once you find yourself in the process of getting a place on you own, the responsibility immediately falls on your shoulders and there is an unsettling amount of phone calls to be made. But once you have contacted five different home inspectors, you begin to feel like you actually know what you are looking for in a home and pest person. *queue happy dance*
- You get to pick all your own paint colors when you get the house of your (affordable) dreams. As in, no one can tell you to not pain your walls green and blue and yellow or whatever other color you may want to splash on those walls.
- There is a certain point in time when a panic attack will set in because you realize it is really time to completely move out of your childhood home. There is something about taking down those last photos and finding the little blue heart your mom painted in your desk nook to just make you question why anyone grows up. There are so many memories in that place that it is hard to peal away from it for the last time before you officially move out.
This whole process is terrifying to me, if I am being honest. I’m just trusting the process here and hoping that being a work in progress will be what pushes me through. I don’t know how anyone who is afraid of change goes does anything new like this. It all feels like a shot in the dark, a leap of faith, and the worst nightmare all while being the greatest new adventure. It’s something else. Here’s to this new, scary chapter.