First-time homebuyer story: What it’s like to be unable to give up on a dream.
SlateIt was a hot, hazy day in late September. I met my husband when I began a master’s program in the U.K. We first crossed paths on the day we moved into a shared house. No longer able to work inside our apartment since the second baby colonized our onetime office space, my husband now conducts a full day of business from a small hand-me-down desk wedged between boxes in the far, dimly lit corner of my landlord’s garage. My 18-month-old squeals, “See house, visit Cammy, Cammy, Cammy too please!” With Cammy as our guide, the process of searching for a home has felt like one intimate exchange after another. Amid reports of repeated rat activity and a reference to unpermitted bathroom changes in the disclosures, we found the seller’s love letter to the house and a heartfelt poem about walking around the neighborhood with a new baby.
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