Google+  with milk and sugar blog: February 2014

Monday, February 17, 2014

Con Casa {w/ house}


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After months and months of searching, we finally found a house.

Who knew it would be such an ordeal, and a long process. We sold our condo in the blink of an eye, and as we learned over the next few months, every house on the market was going fast. There was even a shortage – there were several thousand fewer homes on the market in San Diego than average.  


Some of our friends who were also on the house hunt ended up putting in dozens of offers, only to have them rejected or ignored. They found their home a few months ago – it’s perfect and was worth the wait. So while it was a longer process than we hoped, I remained optimistic that we would find the one.

We ended up putting in three offers on three different houses.

Cold Feet
The first one, we got cold feet about. It was one of the first houses we saw. The inside was lovely – clean, fairly neutral but dated enough for us to be able to renovate some of the things we wanted without feeling guilty about tearing out something that was perfectly good but not to our taste. The backyard was small – but we talked ourselves into it because there were several parks nearby. We knew we had to act fast, they had already received another offer, so we submitted our offer and waited. Then we started rethinking. The price was steep – more than we originally planned. And the backyard was shrinking each time I thought about it…. Where would my garden go? So we decided to pull our offer. {Our realtor told us they were planning to accept it.}


Safe and Sound 
A few weeks later, after seeing a few dozen houses, we found another one. We saw it, loved it and put in an offer. This house was HUGE. I’m talking, way bigger than anything else that was in our price range. 4 bedrooms, 3 car garage (husband was giddy about that fact), a living room and a family room, a dining room and a breakfast nook. And it was way less than other houses in the neighborhood. We put in an offer, not thinking they would accept it (since we went in under asking price), but they did. We were in escrow. It was exciting.


A few days after our offer was accepted, I decided to check the crime rating in the neighborhood. I knew the area and was nearly positive I wouldn’t find anything, but thought I might as well. I checked the public service websites and began a very stressful 24 hours. I won’t get into the details, but let me just say: ALWAYS check before you put an offer in on a house. It will save you the heartache. We decided to back out of escrow. Some people may think we overreacted, but for us it was the right decision. We were looking for a home to live in for several years, and hopefully start a family in, and we knew we needed to be somewhere we both felt comfortable.


Third Times the Charm 
Every weekend we were out searching, putting our realtor through the ups and downs of everything, but nothing seemed to meet our needs.  Finally, late November, we found another house we were interested in.

It was the right size and had a nice backyard – the corner lot – in a good neighborhood. It didn’t have any extras, and everything was in really bad, actually pretty horrible, condition. But we saw the potential. We knew we could make it ours.


And we are.


Slowly but surely we are taking the house everyone thought was too far gone and making it our home.


I don't mean to be a tease when it comes to pictures of our place, but believe me, everything is mid-renovation so the pictures will come, but right now everything is about half done. Half done flooring, half done bathrooms. 


I shared this sneak peak on Instagram the other day. 


Friday, February 14, 2014

You've Got Mail {w/ life}

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I like to start my notes to you as if we're already in the 
middle of a conversation. I pretend that we're the oldest and 
dearest friends -- as opposed to what we actually are, people 
who don't know each other's names and met in an "Over 30" 
chat room where we both claimed we'd never been before. 

What will NY152 say today, I wonder. I turn on my computer, 
I wait impatiently as it boots up. I go on line, and my breath catches 
in my chest until I hear three little words: You've got mail. 
I hear nothing, not even a sound on the streets of New York, 
just the beat of my own heart. I have mail. From you.

This movie always makes me feel happy. Like a silly, can’t stop smiling, heart is filled with sunshine kind of happiness. I’m not sure what I love most about it – the characters with such relatable zane and quirk, the internal monologues that they share with each other as messages typed onto a screen, or the way they challenge each other and relate in such a deep way without even realizing it. Or maybe it's the way they meet in the end and Meg Ryan's character says:

I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to be you so badly. 

I think it's a sweet love story of passion, whimsy and unexpected compatibility.

It's a common theme in fictional love - two people from different worlds meet and fall in love, often despite their own best instincts.

While it's heartwarming to think about, read in books or watch on screen, I'll take my simple, uncomplicated love any day. We may not have had any major obstacles to overcome, differences to settle, or feuding families to appease (read: Montagues and Capulets). But we have a love that's honest and real. One that's about commitment, communication, laughter and joy.

After eight Valentine's Days together, he's still the only one I want to BE MINE.

P.S. Have you gone to Google today? The sweet video clips should bring a smile to your face.

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Long Lost Friends {w/ life}

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I’ve been thinking a lot about friendships recently. Particularly the kind of friendship that knows no time or distance. Where no matter how long it’s been or the physical distance that has separated you or the dramatic differences in life stages – you just connect in a way that is real. A friendship where you can easily explain the big things and the little things that have happened. A friendship where both people just click back into place. It always fits.

I’d like to think our friendship is like that. Me and you. Whether you’re the friend who has checked back to this little space every week or so, hoping to hear from me, or if you’re the friend who didn’t even notice I was gone. Now, once we’re together again, it’s like no time has passed. Like just yesterday we were sharing the day together, laughing about that funny thing that happened that one time. Good friends, me and you.
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