I know that buying a house is a big deal…HUGE, really. Where do we live? How can we get the most house for our money? Do we really need this many bedrooms? Do we absolutely need to have a basement? How long can we (The Ethiopian) commute?
All of these questions lead to conversations which sometimes spill over into heated arguments about sacrifice and ultimately, what this home can and will be for us. I’m not sure if I’ve said this (and I’m too lazy to go back and look) but the plan is that this is not our forever home but we’re looking for it as if it were going to be because you just never know. Having to see house after house and asking yourself every time – can I see myself here? Could we be happy here? I do not understand people who say that they enjoy this process, I am not one of you. I have never been so tired of looking at Redfin/Realtor/Trulia/Zillow and Google Maps and MLS Listings and, and, and.
Of course, I’m using pinterest to tuck away little bits of inspiration in hopes that sooner, rather than later, I’ll get to use them. It has never been my dream to own a home – is that weird? Probably so. I know that it’s a fundamentally sound investment and all of the other technical stuff but from a strictly emotional standpoint? Never really seemed high up on the to-do list, but here we are.
Tomorrow our house count will push up over 20, there are few that are promising and one that I LOVE so I’m hoping when I wake up, no one has already put an offer on it (this happens SO OFTEN in this area!). If you’re a praying person, send me up one and if that’s not your thing, I’ll take a good thought or some positive energy!