“So there is hope for your future,”
declares the LORD.
“Your children will return to their own land.”
After much agonizing, number-crunching, and wrestling with nearly impenetrable forms, Ian and I have chosen a mortgage. It felt at least as arduous as picking the home itself. We talked to four different lenders, got estimates from them for all the same day — not an easy task — and compared everything. Unfortunately, we missed a slightly lower rate because we took a couple days to make the decision, but I think we made an OK decision. I expect that over the next month I’ll have huge buyer’s remorse, both over the home and the mortgage, but in the end it’ll work out one way or another. Right now I’m just relieved that we’ve made the choice.
Now I’m going to spend the rest of the day making unimportant decisions, like what to have for lunch and whether to go to REI to look at shoes or instead prep for the bike class I’m co-teaching this weekend.