Everyone has a picture in their mind of the perfect home, but not everyone can afford to build it. Or perhaps the old saying of "Home Is Where The Heart Is", truelly comes into play.
Does your heart lay in a ranch style house, or maybe it's an old victorian with lots of rooms and charm? I still can't decide.
With three kids, a husband, and a budget the right house is out there somewhere. Only I haven't found it yet. Maybe because someone else is living in it. Then again, it could be the one I can't afford. It's just so hard to find a home to suit a family of five. That's why we've got to have priorities!
The house I'm looking for has three bedrooms, maybe four. A dining room and a decent sized kitchen with a dishwasher for sure. A fenced in backyard with plenty of space for my three children to explore without going too far away. A place for the laundry to be done without wading through a dingy little basement with a dirt floor. Peace, tranquility, and not a neighbor squeezed up against me down the street from door to door.
Yep I want all these things, and more. Yet, my pocketbook tells me what I can afford.
Fifty houses, all most everyone ignored. The house is right, but has no yard. The yard is perfect,a swing set envisioned, then the downfall of a frown when the house sits a top a waterfall of a wet basement, or narrow hallways, or the most disgusting thing of all - unattended pet odor. P U ! Nothing turns me off worse then the smell of pet when walking directly into a door, dog, cat, rabbit, farriet, you name it, it doesn't come out with resolve.
So why after all these houses can't I find one to suit? I don't know. Perhaps because I'm so cozy in the one I live in now, where my heart hangs and friends are close and dear. But I can't stay in this little house of mine forever. My children are growing by the minute and my husband isn't working downtown anymore. I've got no choice, but to keep on the prowl.
Agents call me trying to sell me the next house that pops up on the market. I've seen them all. I've seen so many in the nearby towns of my husband's work that I could become one of those people you see on televison offering to help people sell their houses by telling them what is wrong with first impressions. Shag carpet, foul smells, cluttered rooms, so cluttered was one we tip toed around all the boxes and squeezed around the corners to see. A shovel would not have been large enough to get out all the junk. But, still I can find no house which cries out to me.
They say you get the feeling when you walk into a house and just know it is the one. What kind of feeling do you suppose they are talking about? Is it a tingle? a chill? a warm fuzzy do you suppose? I don't know... I haven't felt anything of the sort when walking into a house, and I've been searching for the past three months.
"When you see it you'll just know it's the one", a realtor once said that to me. They probably never had to move as many times as I have, and leave friends newly aquired. Not that moving four times is much, but to me once was more than ever expected. Now here I am seaching for house number three.
Oh where Oh where could it be?
Do I hang my heart on the first knob I turn? What makes a house so perfect? And how do you know which one to choose when the feeling of excitement quickly fades away each time you enter the door?
These are the questions I ask you, as I struggle to decide where to move my growing family in order to best suit the driving distance for my husband's new job.