My husband and I currently live in a small studio apartment and started renting right after we got married. With the thought that we would find a home pretty directly after tying the knot. Little did we know God had other plans. 2 ½ years later, still in that small studio space and a storage unit packed so snug when you open the door it looks like a game of Tetris. We’ve quickly been outgrowing every nook and cranny. The house search has been an experience to say the least. There have been a lot of ups and downs, heartbreaking moments and disappointment. But also elation and excitement to the possibility of buying a home. I don’t know if there is such a thing as “the” home but we haven’t found it yet, if there is. After these two odd years I have learned a lot about what I want in a home and what I can live with.
I think what has been the most difficult is being patient, being content in what we have now. Why as humans do we feel the constant need to move forward and think ahead of what we have now? Wanting what we don’t have. My goal is to be content-content with now.
The cliché that I do actually believe in is “home is wherever I am with you.” I am home or find home where ever I am with the one I love. “Sometimes home has a heartbeat” beau taplin.
The house search has become something more than I thought it would be and I feel more disconnected from it now. I feel the relationship between my husband and I is stunted because we can’t move forward and grow. Picket fence, dog, laundry hanging in the backyard and dream la la…
We’ve toyed with building, buying a junker and fixing it up, buying at the top of our budget because we love the location, living in an airstream because that would be better than the apartment we have now…the list goes on.
In the end I honestly am learning a lot about houses and the entire process of buying/selling. Realizing that it’s not so glamorous. Would love it if anyone has advice or just stories about their own home buying experiences.