The House Pursuit

What a fun and stressful ride. Who would have ever thought how much “what ifs” could actually keep you up at night thinking?  What an exhilarating experience to find the “perfect home” after searching around and around.  The dear hubby and I finally found a house we could see ourselves calling *home*

 – It’s perfect in that unperfected kind of way.  

Although we have no high hopes in reaching the end of this “happy tunnel” we are anxious to see what rebuttal we will receive.  We want to see if our offer is “good enough” or if it needs some tweaking, and we are even ready to walk away if it comes to that. There is no need to get head over heels in love with these four walls, nor is there any reason to dive into the deep end and have a house and no life.  There is a happy median and it is attainable and we are ready for it, even if that means that this “perfect house” will be someone else’s perfect beginning. 

We love the little challenges that this home (or another in the future) may bring, and we are like children with our stretch out, itching to help, to hold that hammer or paint brush.  We jump at the opportunity to make ideas become reality.   We go to bed with ideas of color schemes and bathroom revamps; we see ourselves content, with family and friends, making memory after memory in our first home.  And now, with a potential “maybe” in the future, we wait patiently – well, as patiently as we can with knowledge that this learning experience will not hinder any future thoughts of doing it all over again.

Fingers crossed, prayers to be said, things to be learned – an offer extended will not be seen as pointless if refused, but merely as a suggestion that just doesn’t suit the other’s needs, and on we will go to the next opportunity. 

Salut.