So Lee and I have looking at houses for months now. Some stay on the list, some we literally run away from throwing salt over our shoulders. But none have really floated our boats or what not. Our lease is up in April so we're thinking about this more and more seriously every day. The question that plagued me from preschool until I was 23 has returned: How do I know if a house is the one?
I keep thinking a lot about how I knew Lee was the one. Not that there was a lot to it, I just knew, but that was it. My mom had been right all that time because when I knew, I just knew. Before Lee, when I thought I might know, I questioned it. But with Lee I didn't even have to ask if I knew because I just knew and that was that and we married and are still living happily ever after. (Except we've just discovered that I'm ridiculously ticklish under my knees which means that Lee has been getting lots of retaliation clawing from my not-even-very-long fingernails and now he's whining about the scars on his hands. If he would just leave my knees alone he wouldn't have ugly scarred hands.)
So I've been telling myself that it's the same thing with the house. We'll just know. But with Lee, I made a lifelong commitment. I had to be super extra sure because there's no backing out now. With a house, that could just last ten years or so and then you get a new one, a better one. I mean, this one probably won't be my "dream home" because that would cost about double (at least ;) ) what we'll spend this time. So maybe I don't have to be so sure? Maybe this is more of an analytical choice. Does this house have what we need? Nice location? Not ugly? Sold!
Except I suspect that this is one of those "When you know, you know" situations and it's more than just a checklist but a warm gooey feeling that makes you feel better about signing the next 30 years of your life away.
We'll see more houses tomorrow. One of them we're really crushing on from it's online pictures.