The inspection went well. Not perfectly, seeing as how part of the house is about 100 years old, but well enough that we can go ahead and buy that sucker without having to worry about the foundation crumbling beneath us.
WOOT! Happy dance!
Now, this process has all happened very quickly, but let me tell you about a trend I've identified. I tell someone I've bought a house. They congratulate me. They ask me about some of my plans - I mention a few. Then they say, "Oh, you don't want to do THAT...." followed by between ten and twenty minutes of advice that *so far* has been completely ill-suited to my house.
I'm trying to be gracious, but I've been devoting a few hours per day to hearing people's opinions on a house they haven't seen. It's difficult to sort the good advice from the insulting advice too - because I'm young-ish, people lecture me.
Yes, this is my first house, but I came prepared. I've been reading books on buying and fixing houses for years. I've been financially preparing for about four years. I have really skilled people working with me. So I know which walls I can knock down, what I can bulldoze, what repairs I need to make right away, and whether or not I got a good deal on the building. I know about insulation and vapour barriers and knob and tube wiring. I can drag myself through a crawlspace like a pro. I can recognize dry rot when I see it. I know all about the slope of the house and what it means. I'll probably make mistakes here and there, but I feel pretty good about my abilities, you know?
(Had to get that out of my system. I'm sure you understand.)
Back to the happy stuff: I BOUGHT A MOTHERFUCKING HOUSE!