(Said in my best Heath Ledger Joker voice)
Welp, the Indiana house is under contract. FINALLY!!! *cue the confetti* Woohoo! Oh yeah! That's right! We're under contract…
But….
Now, we have to find a home here. Dun dun Dunnnnn!!! In case you haven't figured it out, I have a slight flair for the dramatic. At least when I'm writing.
We love our new home town. The people are awesome. Life is simpler. Slower. Kinder. Everything we dreamed of when our kids were younger but we couldn't quite attain. The only piece missing is a house. A home to call our own. An address that says, yep, they belong to our town. Permanence. Ya know?
We all (meaning the three amigos who made this journey) want for home. We want our space. But, there may be varying levels of push there. The teenager wanted a space to call her own nine weeks ago. LOL! If it were up to her, we'd have had a house, painted and unpacked the day we got to town. To say she's a little excited the house back east finally sold would be like saying Chicagoans were just a little excited when we won the World Series.
The hubby and I have been looking. And weighing options. And discussing until we are blue in the face. Or at least until my head starts to hurt and I throw up my hands and walk away. We know what we want. It's the finding part that's difficult.
See, in those non-existent adulting classes, they never teach you about things like house hunting, renting until buying, or building a home. Theres no class on what to do when you've sold your house but can't quite find a new one that suits. In only someone gave lessons on these things. Then we wouldn't be trying to figure out what option is best.
And did I mention it's kinda slim pickens here where houses are concerned? As much as I love my family, we three will kill each other in 900 square feet. It'll be like The Hunger Games and Max Max all rolled into one. And I'm pretty sure the teenager will come out on top.
We are walking a delicate line of how much renovation is too much renovation versus do we find land and build. Then, it's if we find land, how much land and when would we be able to build. Somehow it morphs into what do we build and do we try and do most of the work ourselves. Because you know we are insane like that. Do you see why I end up walking away desperately trying not to pull my hair out?
Dude, decision making as an adult is not fun. I miss when my hardest decision of the day was what to have for lunch. And some days, that was a tough one!
So, as excited as I am that one chapter is finally (said with a dramatic head and eye roll) coming to a close, I am equally terrified of the next chapter. We gotta decided whether we buy (and renovate), rent and buy later (and more than likely renovate), or rent and maybe find some land to potentially build. Oy!
What will we choose? Stay tuned cuz I don't even know….
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