So, I mentioned in this post that my wife and I are finally looking at buying a house. A very adult thing to do. I’m trying to pretend not to be freaked out about it… “it” meaning being an adult, not buying a house.
We’ve started looking at properties, and oy vey, what a trial this is turning out to be. We have yet to find that one perfect domicile that we’d want to call home for at least the next 10 to 15 years. I take that back. We have found the ONE, but some other family who doesn’t realize just how perfect this house is for us and is probably just settling – though they’d never admit it- swooped in before we even had a chance to make an offer and bought it. Poopers.
So now we are trying to find a clone of this magical house of rainbows and kittens that should have been ours.
It is SO much harder to find a house when you’re trying to find an exact match to something you can’t have.
I’ve also been amazed at how many houses we’ve looked at where the outside is AWESOME and the inside is ZOMGWTF?!!?
We’re also looking at a lot of early 20th century homes, mostly Craftsman, and we’ve been surprised at how big they look on the outside and how teeny-weeny they are on the inside. Totally the opposite of a TARDIS.
Luckily, we’ve given ourselves loads of time to find the perfect house. If we end up re-leasing our current rental it won’t be a tragedy. In fact, one of the reasons we’re leaning so heavily toward Craftsman homes is because we like our rental house so much (and it also happens to be a Craftsman).
I’m hopeful that we’ll eventually cross the threshold into our dream home, but until then, the hunt continues…