House hunting, that is. We are coming up on our 6th year anniversary this Sunday, which means we will have been renting a house for just as long. BUT we are finally officially looking to BUY our first home! We sort of dabbled in it a few years ago, I think I may have been pregnant with Will, but really we were just fooling ourselves. Our finances were not where they should be with Dean just opening up his appliance store and us not being on a budget yet. But fast forward to today. Deans business has grown so much, and although it is still a roller coaster ride (financially AND emotionally), it is much more stable than it used to be. We have been on a budget (LOVE!), which I do weekly, for over 2 years now, and we have been putting away whatever we could into savings.
I am very anxious to get out of our current house. Really, for only one reason. We have mold. Mostly in our basement. Although it isn't always visible, it can grow quickly. I put an infant car seat down there without fully cleaning it, and within days the straps were covered in mold. We used to have a bit of carpeting down there in the walkway, and a day after some flooding last summer there were white mushrooms growing all over it. I have been dealing with skin issues for 3 years now, that have no rhyme or reason to them. Sam has had a lingering cough for months now that won't go away. We've told our landlord about it, and he came to take a look. But since there isn't a huge amount of visible mold right now, nothing is really going to be done about it. He just came and sprayed some chemicals around (oh joy!). I am hopeful to see a turn for the better in our health once we are out of this house!
If I could use one word to describe house hunting it would probably be hate. I know, I know. "Hate is such a strong word," you say. Whatever. I don't like it. At all. My faith in God providing for us has definitely been challenged. I get pretty stressed thinking we won't find a house that suits us or that the timing won't be convenient. It's hard to know too...are we being to picky or is there really the perfect house out there for us? Should the house give me butterflies or should I be more open minded to having to compromise on some things? Sigh.
We also had a house that was listed that was PERFECT! At least it looked perfect from the pictures. A white kitchen, 4 bedrooms, 2 car garage, and I wouldn't have had to paint anything! But it sold pretty much the second it was listed from an inside buyer. So having seen that "perfect" house, made any other house come up look...dismal.
Then sometimes I feel I am being awfully silly about the whole thing. Besides having the apparent mold issue there really is no pressing issue for us to move. Our current house is small, but it fits us just fine. It's a great neighborhood, and we have an easy going landlord. We also have a month to month lease, so there is no pressure there.
So there you have it. We are house hunting. It's stressful, and I don't like it. And I don't even want to think about the actual packing and moving part that will inevitably come; Gah!