Selling your house is a pain in the rear-end but buying a house is fun.
Note that, for the record, I was mistaken. Well, at least as it applies to have the second part of the above referenced basic assumption.
Yes, selling my house has been a pain. A royal pain. A stressful, royal pain. A time-consuming pain. Get the point?
Well now that I have more or less sold my house (well, it's under contract to sell, and everything is running smoothly), I'm working, with Ms Rivers, on the second part of the equation.
Mind you, we have done our homework. In fact, we've been doing our homework for about two years now:
- We know what we want in a house.
- We have a very reasonable budget.
- We are pre-approved for a mortgage.
- We know the general area in which we want to buy a house.
- We have been keeping an eye on the market for years now.
Now I know that I will not end up living under a bridge with Sparky the Courthouse bum. Hell, I need a place for my cat. But it's so very disconcerting to have this feeling of not having a home. As it stand, my current residence is devoid of most of what I own, which doesn't exactly create a homey feeling. Not that this place ever felt much like home anyway; it's always constituted something more of a temporary resting place. And I am tired of temporary resting places, thank you very much. Springsteen put it best...
"Well my soul checked out missing as I sat listening
To the hours and minutes tickin’ away
Yeah just sittin’ around waitin’ for my life to begin
While it was all just slippin’ away
I’m tired of waitin’ for tomorrow to come
Or that train to come roarin’ ’round the bend
(Bruce Springsteen | Better Days)
Back to the new home search. Part of what's making the search difficult revolves around basic compromises. Neither of us have grand expectations in a home, and both of us realize that we can't allow perfection to be the enemy of good. Yet so far while we've seen three homes that really didn't cut it at very basic levels (one too small and two far too big) and two that would be really nice "if only just...". Too many compromises.
House number 1 in the "if only just..." department was almost perfect in that it was modern, very well constructed and had a killer garage. It has a Florida room! The only problem? It was basically half-way up Walton's Mountain. I like a quiet road, but this would have been a morbid road, which created a disconcerting feeling. At first I loved the house and thought I could deal with the mountain; after sleeping on it? Not so much.
House number 2 in the "if only just..." department was almost perfect in that it was exceptionally clean, had enough space (well, sort of), had a garage and lots of land. We really liked the owner as well. It did have two fatal flaws though in that it had a "cutting edge of 1965 postage stamped sized" kitchen combined with a few of some kind of industrial works. I'll add that the view behind the industrial works was really, really neat. If only.
So now it's back to the drawing board. Three more houses to look at later today, none of which are knock-your-socks-off good, especially from the exterior, but all have some interior stuff going for them. Here's to hoping for the best.