I've arrived?

I've finally taken the plunge and signed a purchase agreement for a new condo. I could have afforded it a few years ago but I've dragged my feet. I'm not sure what I was affraid of. But now I know I'm sick to fucking death of hearing my neighbour's music emanating through my ceiling.

I decided to let him win and I'll be giving my 2 month's notice to my property manager with March's rent. It's not like it's a really nice place here anyway. The fireplace and hardwood floors are the only redeeming factors. After three years I'm still puzzled as to why the hallway smells like Kraft powdered cheese-sauce mix. Febreeze has only masked the odour.

My new place has 14 foot ceilings and feels bigger than my apartment. It won't be that much more expensive for us every month. I had to pay an extra fifteen thousand for a parking spot but at least my car will be steps from my front door. I was going to have to pay an extra 40 or 50 dollars per month for municipal parking so mortgaging a parking spot actually made sense.

I'm shopping for appliances now. If my kitchen wasn't open concept I'd get white appliances for sure. But my new building is sort of industrial looking and I'm leaning towards stainless because I want the appliances to go with the rest of the condo. A friend commented that there's something about having matching stainless appliances that says "you've arrived." I think there's something about matching stainless appliances that says you owe someone a lot of money.