I come home from running errands, exhausted and loaded down with way too many WalMart bags. Tom takes one look at me and says, “your shirt is on inside out.” I defiantly tell him that it most definitely is not. Except that it is. I had gone to Burlington Coat Factory, to try on maternity clothes, which is where the shirt-inside-out must have happened. I then proceeded to run 3 errands, including an hour stint at WalMart, without noticing. I’ve read that you loose brain cells when you’re pregnant, and you never get them back. I’m beginning to fear exactly how many of those cells are dying on a daily basis. Maybe we should have considered my mental health and how much I’d be acting like an idiot, before we decided to have another child.
And now for something completely different…
We did a marathon home tour this last Saturday. Eight homes may not sound like a lot, but it took us about 5 1/2 hours, and we didn’t stop for lunch or potty breaks. By the end of tour, Tom and I were both completely brain-dead, and Ella was finally losing it, after being a model-toddler all morning. Ella fell asleep within 5 minutes of returning to our car. Tom and I just sat like zombies, until we got some food in our stomachs, and then we joined Ella in nap time. We didn’t even talk about the homes. We couldn’t. It was just too much, in too little time, and neither of us had fully digested what had happened.
It turns out that nothing really happened. We saw a lot of houses. All of them were different – ranging from horrendous, to practically pristine. We saw old ones, new ones, vacant ones, occupied ones…the only problem was – neither of us felt like we saw THE one.
Personally, there were two homes that I was this close to falling in love with, and each of them had something that took that love, and squashed it like a bug, leaving me feeling incredibly…well…squashed. The first house was fantastic. We could have moved in and not worried about a thing. The wall colors were great, the details were incredible, everything was updated…except for one giant problem: the house was directly situated on a major road. A major road that gets major traffic, and will soon be expanded, causing home values to drop even further than they are now. Yeah. Dreams…squashed.
The second home was in a great location. Quiet street, charming neighborhood, good school district. As I’m walking through the first floor I start to get really excited. This will work for us. This has Tom’s good price, and my style preference. And then I went upstairs. Three bedrooms, one quite small, but they’ll work, and one bathroom. One very, very small bathroom. One tiny bathroom. A bathroom that you have to walk in, suck in your gut (at least I did), shut the door, and then take a step over to reach the toilet. No storage. Our Realtor, who is experienced in remodeling, points out that we could possibly add a bathroom to the main bedroom. For approximately 20k. Which would push us to the very top of our budget. And we’d have to deal with the construction, hoping it would get done and on budget, while living out of one of the small bedrooms. As much as we liked the house, neither of us felt comfortable with idea and decided it wasn’t worth it. Squash.
I’ve been overwhelmed by how frustrating this whole process has been. First, the struggle in getting our home sold in Utah, and now, trying to find something we can both be happy with, in PA. I do have to admit that when we decided to start over, and not make an offer on any of the homes we saw, I did feel relieved, which means we made the right choice. But we’re both wondering what will happen now. I honestly feel like I know every single home that’s on the market in our area. Will something new just pop up and be perfect, or will we continue to struggle?
Last week we signed a notice for our rental lease, stating that we would not be renewing in November. I guess if it comes down to it, we can move into that shed Tom thought was such a “good deal.”