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I got an email the other day. It was from my blog!!! I guess it has taken on a life of it's own and is missing me. So...I shall post today. Happy now blog? :)

It was a busy and fabulous weekend. I bought a house!!! I know. I can't believe it either. I never thought I would be a homeowner and here I am...owning my own home!!! We close on it this week and I am terrified, excited yet nervous all at the same time.

I wasn't too sure about the place until I walked in it. I went on the county assessors website and seeing that it was a 1972 doublewide...I was not impressed. When I went into the house to look around...my not so impressed turned into "This is my new home". The owners were planning on retiring here but the husband passed away a few weeks ago and his wife does not want to live in it. I don't blame her at all. Too many memories with what they were planning. I could not believe all of the work that has gone into the house. They tape and textured all of the walls, updated the furnace and A/C system, over the range microwave, put in a second bath in the master bedroom, has a HUGE walk-in closet in the master bedroom, new laminate flooring that looks like hardwood, new vinyl windows throughout, turned a screened porch into a bedroom, it comes with the washer, dryer, fridge, dishwasher and range, has underground sprinklers, a fenced back yard and they built a new storage shed. Whew...I think I got all of it. :)

I am just completely over the moon with this. The house is perfect for me and the kids. The owner is carrying the contract and I will have it paid off in 10 years. Just when I thought God had given up on me...He blesses me beyond what I even imagined. :)

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