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The closing for my new house is on Monday. At noon my mother and I will be signing papers at the lawyer's office, and then the keys will be in my hand. We went to the final walk through with the previous owners a couple of days ago. The house was filled with their moving boxes and other moving day messes, but somehow the house was even better than I remembered. The previous owners put a lot of hard work into the house, and it is incredibly well kept up. They seemed sad to be leaving, but the husband is a doctor and they are having a new house built for them in Maine where he will be working now. The wife is from Poland, and all the wallpaper in the house was carried over from Poland in suitcases and put up by her father. I'm not the biggest wallpaper fan, I usually prefer plain white walls, but this wallpaper is quite unique and her father did an amazing job putting it up. Even the insides of the closets are wallpapered.

The husband taught Barnaby how to light the pilot light in the fireplace/stove, and let us know about all the things they will be leaving behind for us! They will be leaving the sofa and love seat in the front room, which are a little scratched up on their undersides from their cat, but in generally good condition. They will be leaving a weight bench in the basement, which Barnaby is very excited about, the high efficeny washer and dryer, a vaccumm cleaner, two air conditioners, and a lawn mover. The best, however, is that the wife is an artist who made her pottery and cermaics in the basement, and she might be leaving her kiln behind. This is not only exciting to me, but also to my father who has this crazy idea that I am an artist at heart, and offered to finanace art supplies for me if I give him my work once in a while.

I had not seen the house since the day we decided to buy it, and on that day there was snow on the ground. The final walk through was the first time I got to see how beautiful the back yard is. I remembered it as being small and fenced in with a pergola against the garage, but the snow was hiding a patio and an amazing flower garden. The pergola is covered with three different types of ivy vines, and I don't even know what half of the flowers are. The small front yard is also covered with bushes, a small tree, and flowers. I am going to have to somehow develop a green thumb in order to maintain it. I hope I don't kill it all by next spring.

It still has not quite sunk in that I am a home owner. I am so grateful to my parents for making this possible for me. I am a little overwhelmed by the thought of home taxes, home insurance, payments, etc., but I am going to make this work. I couldn't be more excited.