Adulthood is weird. I want my Mommy.

Everything about my life makes me wanna barf right now. Not the "OMG, I HATE MY LIFE AND CAN'T HANDLE A SINGLE THING ABOUT IT!" kind of barf. More like the "I'm about to get on a roller coaster and it's exciting and scary and I'm overwhelmed with the excitement and scariness" kind of barf. Adulthood is weird and filled with doing things we know we have to do, but don't necessarily know how to go about doing them. Lately, I'm SO wanting to retreat into the womb again. Or at least just have my mommy hold my hand, make all my decisions, tell me it's going to be alright…and then make me cheese toast. We had it good back in the day, no? We totally didn't know it then, but when Mom was the boss and taking care of every single facet of our human existence…life was GOOD. I wish I could go back and tell my teenage self that truth. Today, she's screaming "Duh, Mom…I get it now. Being a big girl is tough." Ignorance is bliss and I was totally blissed-out until last week when our new adventure began.
I haven't talked about it on the blog yet (mostly because it's so new…also because I haven't had the time), but this big adventure is what's causing all the gag reflexing. No, no babies yet (harness your ovaries, people!)…but the next, next step is in full fledged HAPPENING stage. Guys, we're in the process of becoming homeowners! First time homeowners, at that. After getting our orders for Florida, we knew a new door had opened for us. If you knew me in real life, you'd know one of the things I've always found hardest about military life is not having a place of our own. Constantly moving around every 3 years isn't always conducive to having one's own place, but I've always dreamed of one day owning a home that we could nail picture frames into the wall and not worry if the landlord was going to murder us for the hole when we left. I've never been one to resist painting a wall, but when that wall is not your own, sometimes you're like, "eh, what's the point?" The conversation of owning a home has always been one in the back of our minds, we were just waiting for the right place to come along for that opportunity. Coming to grips with the fact that our first home wouldn't be in North Carolina was somewhat of a tough pill to swallow when you're an idealist…but the fact we'll be moving to D's original home state, we'll be so close to the beach and so many other fabulous attractions, and in a really lovely area for safety, schooling, and affordable home pricing…it was almost a no-brainer to jump into the homeownership pool.
Needless to say, we're nervous. Doing this from a foreign country is all kinds of crazysauce. In fact, there's a very real possibility we'll buy a home we've never even stepped foot into before. If you would have told me that a year ago, I would have said "SHUT UP, AIN'T HAPPENING!" Funny how when you're knee deep in the craziness, you start to go all crazy with it. Apparently people do this all the time! I'm like "REALLY?" And they're like "EVERYDAY!" Casey, just go with it. Thankfully, we've got a stellar realtor whose pulling out all the stops to make sure we find what we want and who's willing to go the extra mile to get us as many eyes on it as we can. While the nerves are high and that barfy feeling keeps coming over me…the excitement is just as palpable. By the way, I'm totally harnessing that barfy feeling as a good thing. Getting all worked up with excitement that you just wanna barf? I'm like a dog in that way. Anywho, sorry for all the barf talk. Now, I don't want to say too much for fear of jinxing whatever good vibes we've got going on over here…but I'll just say Team Coté could use all the prayers and virtual good vibes you guys have to spare. We know the right home for us is out there and God's gonna lead us to it (maybe He already has?!?!), so we're trying to keep grounded in our faith and not let those overwhelming nerves and excitement cloud our judgment with this mega huge endeavor. I'm sure this goes without saying, but if I'm a little vacant from blog world and social media for the next while, this is why. That and the fact that I'm currently still inventorying our wine and beer collection for the movers. Lists, and appointments, and decisions…OH MY! We'll keep you posted, friends…just keep those prayers coming! PCS season is REAL! Lord, help us all.
Anyone have any words of wisdom for the first time homebuyer? Anyone wanna fly to Florida and house hunt for us? Kidding. Kind of.