Yes, I'm happy about it. I might owe my soul to the bank, but damn it I'm not paying for someone else's mortgage. I have my own.
I've been renting since 1994. I scrimped and saved.
We've bought our first house. An 1100 square foot, split level, single family, with a big back garden house. Something I can call my own.
Damn it, if I want to paint my front door hot pink, I can.
If I want to take a chainsaw to a wall, I can.
I'm not sharing a floor, a wall, or a ceiling with someone.
I'm not going to have to put up with some Petite Roi, who will call la gendarme when mon chein barks and annoys her entitled ass.
It's magical.
The realtor we hired is a real ball breaker. I'm glad she is on our side. The asking price was $279 990.00 CDN.
Our initial was $255 000.00.
Which was rejected.
So she offered $265 000.00.
Accepted! F**k Yeah!
Then we had the inspection done.
House is sound, all systems go. Except for some minor problems.
Back to the drawing board, renegotiation.
$260 000.00, plus a new dishwasher, and plumbing problems fixed, and a new Real Property Report.
Accepted.
Of course that's what happens in a buyer's market.