A few days ago I was hanging with my sister-in-law Becky, and she asked how the house hunt was going. “It is kind of like dating all over again, without the kissing, which makes it not nearly so fun”.
I know I have a tendency to relate everything to dating, but hear me out.
What was dating like? Try to recall accurately. We mostly remember the fun times, but dig deep and reminisce over the times you sat at Denny’s across from a boy who was no fun to look at, and you were bored, and he made you feel a little uncomfortable?
Let me tell you, there are a homes-a-plenty that are not fun to look at, and make me bored, as well as slightly uncomfortable.
Remember how you were so excited to finally be permitted to date, and you were filled with butterflies and excitement at the dating starting gates?
This is precisely how I felt when we were off to see homes for the first time.
Remember when you were out on a date wishing you were back at your apartment in your comfy pants eating ice cream with your roommates and working on a puzzle instead of spending those four hours on that date.
I almost always wish I was back at home in my comfy pants, eating ice cream with my totally awesome roommate Mark, and working on a puzzle, or rather, watching Downton Abbey instead of spending those hours house hunting.
Remember how you would finally find one you liked and you would go out with him one time, then two times, then three times, and then kiss and kiss, and it was such fun?
Well it is the same with a house. You finally find on you like and you go see it once, then twice, then three times, and you introduce it to your friends and family, but you don’t kiss it, cause that would be C-R-A-Z-Y, but it is starting to be sort of fun.
And then you would fall in love with this boy and imagine your future together. And kiss some more.
Likewise, you look at this house and imagine yourself and your family doing every day activities together, and it starts to feel so real and magical.
And then you break up and cry, and then make up and kiss a lot, and then break up and cry again.
We have done our share of breaking up with houses and crying. I do the crying, not Mark.
And some aunt always said, “It only takes one time. You just have to find the right one once.”
And I keep saying that to myself over and over, and holy cow, I wish I could just get married already and this waste of time house hunting would be gone forever!!!
And then all of your friends find the right one and get married and you are just waiting and looking and
See the parallel now?
Well, after seeing somewhere between 40 and 50 houses and making a handful of offers, I think we have finally found that special one.
Here in good old Sandy, Utah.
We close on Nov 5th at which point it will be official. Hallelujah.
Here she is.