The Mc is going to put an offer down a condo this afternoon, and I’m somewhere just shy of crapping my pants that it’s finally happening.

Originally we were planning on a house in town, but after looking at every heaping pile of steaming dung that’s been put on the market in the last 8 months (in the neighborhood and price range we want to be), and discussing our priorities and goals ad nauseam, we decided instead on a fantastic space in a renovated turn of the century factory.

What this ALSO means is that the cabin plans are able to be accelerated and we’re that much closer to a simple in-town life a few days a week while telecommuting from the mountains the rest of the week and spending long days nestled in nature away from the rush rush. Of course, this is after we agree on a plot of land, a floorplan, a builder, blah blah blah. Probably wouldn’t hurt if we hit the lottery in there somewhere, but we can make it work without that.

Pending their acceptance of our offer, I’ve been charged with finding a loft design consultant, working with the property to get in touch with their suggested wall building and flooring gurus and who knows what else.

Crossing my fingers, eyes, ankles that this goes better than the sweet petite dream house (that I’m now happy we didn’t get).