Weddingbee Blog

Imagine this…

You wake up and hit the bathroom, ready to hop in the shower. And uh oh, is that the guy upstairs you hear walking into his bathroom? Um, yes, it sounds like he’s wearing lead shoes and you’re happy for him as you actually hear his content sigh as he is having his morning pee. And fart. Which you can hear, too. Not kidding. As soon as you turn on the shower, you realize you will be taking another arctic splash as he is getting in the shower at the same time you are and stealing all the hot water. You tell yourself, ‘hey, it’s refreshing!’ as you cry on the inside as you get in. Once you’re ready to leave, you walk out to your car only to find that the guys downstairs parked like assholes. Again. And you have an SUV…

(source – modified by yours truly)

You want to throw something through their bedroom window and yell, “those white lines are there for a reason, people!” But no, you take the high road and you crawl into your car through the trunk.

You get to work, then, well, work, and make it home. You pull up to your parking spot, only you have to get out of your car and move the garbage cans that the guys upstairs pulled into your spot instead of walking them the 3 feet to the fence. Then you pull off the greatest parking job of the year – squeezing a 4 foot car into a 3 foot spot. And oh yea, it’s laundry night! Only you can’t do your laundry because the outside stairs that you have to walk down are frozen over. As flashbacks of the purple-ist butt bruise you never ever wanted from last year shoot through your mind (I have pictures but I’ll spare you), you decide you can wear your granny panties tomorrow and feel less pain. And guess what? You get to do it all over again tomorrow!

That’s my life, people. Every. Damn. Day.

And that’s not the worst of it… since renting in Chicago, I’ve dealt with rats in my kitchen. No heat for a WEEK during -5 degree weather. Plaster walls slowly caving in. Broken appliances that have taken 2 months to be fixed. Head injuries needing stitches from the layout of the building. Butt injuries (see above). Floods in my kitchen. Gas leaks. Being charged a late fee on rent when they in fact cashed the check a week before it was due. Downed wires in the backyard. And no, I’m not living in the slums, I rent in a great part of the city for way too much money.

2 weeks ago, I had had enough.

When I finally got into my home sweet home, I turned to Mr. Nachos and told him we needed to buy a house. With no one above or below us to steal our hot water, or washing machine, or parking space. For what we’re paying now, we could have a beautiful home all our own. I had reached a breaking point.

I honestly didn’t know how he’d react. Mr. Nachos is the planner; I’m the spontaneous one. He’s cautious with money, and I figure if you have it, you should enjoy it. Sure I save, but I also work hard for the money! And I want to enjoy the things in life it can bring. So let me tell you, when he immediately was on board, I was shocked. We had planned on buying next year; a year more of renting once the wedding would be but a distant memory. But after renting for as long as we both have, we are both ready.

Not a day goes by that I don’t think about having a fenced in yard for the doggies, a driveway and garage where I don’t have to scrape a foot of Chicago snow off of my car in the winter, and a washer/dryer of which I know its history. A place with no one walking in shoes above me at 4:30 in the morning, or farting in the bathroom above me. Unless of course, it’s Mr. Nachos.

So we met with Mr. N’s aunt this past Sunday…

And we’re going house hunting tomorrow!! To get the tax credit, we’ll have to be under contract before we leave for the wedding, but I say, bring it on! This Nacho works best under pressure.

Are you taking on any other huge endeavors while planning your wedding?