you guys know me. usually i keep it pretty positive up in here. i’m all about the silver linings, you know? silver linings and ice cream and holding hands. but what i am about to type out onto this page is going to come off as privileged and snotty. i know this. i am still going to type it. please forgive me.
i think that house hunting is maybe the most tiring and frustrating thing you can possibly do to yourself.*
there are rates and prices and taxes to consider. you have to think about how long you could fit into it if you had kids, and where they would sleep, and if the husband will have a place for his office. and you are constantly balancing how many updates you would have to do with how much it would cost, and if you will make your money back. bedrooms and bathrooms and square feet, oh my!
yes, it is also kind of fun and exciting, but i’m at a place today where i just feel like it’s endless. Mister Man and i have been house hunting for about a month now, and it turns out there is this faux-recovery going on, especially right in the neighborhood where we are searching (but of course), which is making the search just a teeny-tiny bit difficult. you see, this faux-recovery is causing home prices to be seriously inflated, and when you mix that with the fact that there are not that many people selling houses, every single place gets multiple offers on it. and it is just exhausting. i’m exhausted just typing that.
add to this first-world problem that our realtor thinks we have way more money than we do, and is constantly sending us homes that are pretty far outside the price range we established with her, and you get an epic erin meltdown at the bar at t.g.i.friday’s in the pittsburgh airport on a monday evening. it was as pathetic as it sounds.
i think part of my sour grapes today is that moving is one of my least favorite things. it stems from my deep hatred of packing. so the more we look for our first home, the more i just want to find it and get the moving part out of the way. so i’m not really enjoying the process like i should. i’ve had this problem before. i want to be at the next stage, instead of enjoying the journey to get there. (i make a great therapist, really i do)
in order to avoid future meltdowns, and to stop stressing my husband out with my privileged badittude, i think i need to start focusing on the fun parts of this process. which are mainly my home pinterest boards and all the excitement i will feel when we finally find THE place. because it’s going to happen. i just need to enjoy the ride for now. and maybe sternly tell our realtor to quick playing games with us, because my b.s. detector is on high alert!
*please note that the above is all tongue in cheek complaining. i know how lucky we are to be able to afford a house at all, and looking for our new home with Mister Man has been a great experience for both of us. of course i know that this is not a real problem, and that many people don’t have homes at all. so before you tell me to shut up, sometimes a situation just needs to be generalized and humorized so you can write a post to work through your annoyances with your realtor and all the dead ends. thank you, good night.