In case you were wondering, or haven’t gone through it yourself, house hunting is hard on a marriage. Two people with two different tastes with two different wishlists, trying to find a house they both like….well, just take it from me that it’s a hard thing.
We’ve seen houses so bad that I’ve literally run out gagging from the smell. Houses that someone tried to flip themselves because, hey, sure, I can do that! That were JUST AWFUL. Houses that I wouldn’t even go down in the basement of because just ICK. Today was a beautiful house–really. Jim and I both agreed that it was really well done. But it wasn’t the “right” house. Which is, honestly, HARD. Living in the apartment is easy on the one hand–hardly any responsibilities and it’s really easy to take care of. On the other hand, finding a place to be alone is pretty hard. Finding TIME alone is even more difficult, unless it’s early in the morning before anyone is up or late at night after they go to bed.
Ah, well. This too shall pass, right?