Alrighty folks, this one's gonna be short, but I'm in need of some assistance, and you are my potential assistors. assisters. assistants. I'm not sure how to say it. What I'm saying is, I need your help.
Handsome and I do this little dance every year, it seems, where we start to get the itch for a home of our own. Like, to be the person who owns the home. I'm going to go out on a limb here and just throw these words together. Sometimes, we want to be homeowners. And the itch has struck again.
I've been thinking about "When I have a House", as you can see by the Pintrest page that links to. But its all been in the abstract, because I thought the time when we would have a house of our own was a long ways off. But then Handsome points out some facts, like how much we've paid in rent these last 3 years, and how cheap houses are, and how much lovely sweating I could do if I had a house of my own to re-no (pronounced ren-no, as in renovate), and I get to thinking about it for serious.
We've always put it off, for a number of reasons. The main reason was that we didn't know whats going to happen when I get out of school and get the magical gold diploma (I don't want to know if its not gold. I'm just going to keep thinking it is.). Since we didn't know what would happen, we decided not to make a decision on the housing issue. However, by not making a decision, we made one; not to buy.
Well, we're re-evaluating again, and we've begun the hunt for the perfect house. Truth be told, there's already a strong front-runner, but I don't want to put the cart before the horse. Or all of my eggs in one basket. Or fall off the turnip truck. I'd really rather not do all of those things, even though that seems like a fine way to carry eggs (I think its a risk-management technique). I'd rather be wise and discerning and take my time and not let emotions rule. Its weird, but being rational is both contrary to and the very heart of my nature. It is my blessing, and my curse.
Part of me wants to fall in love and make a decision based purely on feelings and live happily ever after. A second part of me wants to kick the first part in the teeth. The third part of me is reasonable and likes to figure facts and decide what is affordable and what is a good investment and how much and when and where. The sad truth is, part 3 is not generally the winner when it comes to my home choices. Enter Handsome. He is my rock in this, as in most things. Real Estate, especially, due to it being his original vocation of choice many moons ago. I will try to be grounded and sensible, and Handsome will make me face facts and pull me back to earth when I get carried away.
We're thinking of going out Sunday to look some places over, and this is where you come in; I have questions that need answers before Sunday. On the
obviously large chance that we don't find a house that we love & can afford & the fridge is full and waiting for us on Sunday, please feel free to message me/comment here after 6/12/11. The questions are as follows:
- What are your deal breakers in a house?
- What are some main considerations?
- If you've bought a house, what do you wish someone told you to look at/for?
- Why are the wonderful ones so expensive? Or built right under power lines?
- If you've done this before, what did you think was important that later turned out not to be?
- And as always: Where have all the cowboys gone?
I would so much appreciate your input. So very much. I'll definitely let you know what I find out on Sunday. If you know of a place 'round these parts that has land and a garage and a laundry room inside the house, please let me know (picky, right?). And please have a most excellent Friday. Pretty please. I'm going to try to, but I'm so much in love with the one house already, it feels like Christmas Eve, and I don't know if I'm going to sleep tonight. I keep trying to pray about this, to find some peace on the matter, to look beyond myself and choose God's best rather than my measley attempt. Unfortunately, all that comes out is "pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease. Amen." Like a small child who lives in an apartment and wants a pony.
Praying like a 4-year-old, and not in a good way,