I have written before about our search for a home. The search that began in March, 2012 when we first made the decision that we were ready, that we could really do this. Over a year later we are still at it.
We have been to see so many homes, and have probably driven our realtor to madness. We are almost mad ourselves, from the frustration of it all. Twice, we have found a place that could be the right one for us, and twice been turned down because we just couldn’t quite pay asking price. Sellers aren’t budging because the market is turning the corner.
Today we went to yet another showing, saw a home that could have been right except for one major flaw. A flaw big and permanent enough to be a deal breaker. As we left, I found myself wanting to cry. More disappointment. I’d had high hopes for that one.
We aren’t even very picky. We don’t need a big house, just a big(ish) yard. We don’t need a fancy house, just one that doesn’t leak or have any toddler dangers. Our requirements are fairly simple; yet, in our price range it seems difficult to find something that meets them.
I know a lot of people have looked as long as we have, or even longer. I know Simon is still young, and has a lot of childhood ahead of him to run in our eventual backyard. I know that as long as we have a roof over our heads, and we are healthy and together, it doesn’t really matter where in the world we are. I know that we are lucky to even be in the position to look for a house. I know all that. It still gets discouraging to see place after place and have them all be wrong for us.
Someday…hopefully soon…we can look back on this journey and laugh at how bumpy it was. Right now I am disappointed, but I am working on being happy where I am now.
“Live quietly in the moment and see the beauty of all before you. The future will take care of itself……”
― Paramahansa Yogananda