Friday, April 27, 2012

House Hunting Envy

          So there are about 4 of us married couples here who are basically just starting out in our "grown-up lives".  It's been nice, being able to hang out with other young married people, all of whom have been married for 2 years or fewer and just beginning to grow their families.  Most of us wives have been dreaming of houses for a while now, though our searches have been mostly futile, half of us not being in a position to actually buy, and the other half unable to find something which both husband and wife agree upon.  
          That is, up until about a week ago.  Both the couples who were in a spot to buy a house actually found ones they liked, and made offers on:  one was accepted, and the other is waiting for the owner's approval!  Basically all in the same week!  Crazy, but awesome at the same time.  Except it leaves me feeling like we need one too, and why is it we can't have one again?  Oh, yeah, we don't have the money.  Sometimes it is difficult to remember that we are the "young" couple in the group, only been married for 8 months, and that my husband has only been out of school and working for 10 months.  Everyone else has been out of school and working for quite a bit longer than we have.  Remembering our "youth" is kinda hard for me since I have always been one of the older kids:  I'm at least a year older than most all of my friends from home and school, I'm the oldest child in my family, and for the most part one of the oldest amongst the cousins as well.  I'm not used to being "not quite there yet".  
          For the most part, I think I am finally at a place in myself where I am actually quite happy in this apartment.  So it only took me about 7 months to get used to being cooped up and without a yard.  It still happened - I like it here, I am finally content.  So content, in fact, that I'm not sure I really want to move anytime soon, even with the allure of a yard.  I have such a wonderful life here now:  the Church is right across the street, the store is 2 minutes down the road, our friends are all within a 5 minute drive (even the houses they are interested in are that close), we all play soccer right up the street...  My heart is actually feeling at peace, finally.  
          Until I go looking at houses again...  Which I did today.  Minor mistake.  But overall, I don't feel such a pull, need, desire for one as I did in October.  Yes, a house still holds all the freedom I could want, especially the one we both actually decided we could possibly live with (darn money issue), but I no longer feel the wild, illogical need for one anymore.  I can actually say to our friends "Congratulations!" and have it ring with the fullness of joy that such sentiment ought to have, with not even the slightest bit of jealousy or envy bittering the taste.  Our time will come, just as it did with Baby Chick, and will continue to come with every other life decision we face.  


  1. I'm usually on the other side of the house-hunting spectrum. Some of our young married friends are already buying what modest homes they can afford, and already I'm nervous on their behalf. I must still be in crisis mode, wanting to be able to pick up and blow town with our stuff at a moment's notice if necessary. And, you have to admit, it's nice to know that any structural damage to your current domicile is ultimately someone else's financial responsibility.

  2. Well, the thing is, once you find the house and move in, then you develop the to-do lists. Mine are long and getting longer. I love the house, and am certainly glad we found it, at a good time and price, but still.... It would be nice not to feel as though all monies went into maintenance.