No, my husband and I aren’t breaking up or getting a divorce. We haven’t nearly been married long enough to justify the cost of our May 2009 wedding, so there. You can throw out that idea.
And if you don’t know what a Dear John letter is click here.
I’ve been absent from blogging and absent from a sense of my normal self for about a month. I just like went completely off in my own world, and I was unhappy, miserable, but oh-so-very determined. If any of you know me or have been my friend for awhile, you know that I become obsessed with things until I find what it is I am looking for. Ask Lauren, Ashley, or Jackie. They know. They know.
Judging by my tweets I have been obsessing about a house. And you probably know that as well if you’ve been following my blog. I know (really, I do) that we’re not in a position to buy a house right now. We could afford it if we didn’t have credit cards to pay off, but we do. However, this common knowledge of mine doesn’t stop nor deter me from looking at real estate listings in Beeville & San Antonio. Lately, I’ve been focusing on Beeville because it’s where I currently work and live, and I don’t want to leave at the moment.
First was this house. I liked it because it was inexpensive. And it’s a HOUSE! But in hindsight, I didn’t like that the bedrooms were the SAME size as the 2 in our apartment, plus the location was kind of um…crappy, so there were more cons than pros. Except that it’s a HOUSE.
Then we looked at this house. The current owner is a “stager” so she has it filled with awesome accessories. She bought the home 4 years ago, and essentially has fixed it up to resell it. Problem is that the house was built in 1950 and has the original ceiling. To me that=asbestos=cancer=death=not a good choice. I realize she painted some walls, bought some nice appliances, new roof, new plumbing, new electrical, but still. ASBESTOS! So, this house was out of the picture. Oh, and our neighbors on either side have foil on their windows. Which to me is the most heinous thing ever. Seriously, if you want to darken a room, please go buy the Eclipse curtains from Wal-Mart that are like $14 each. Heck, only get 1 if it covers up the whole window. Please. I have 2 brown ones I am not using if you need them, but for heavens sake, save the foil for Thanksgiving!
Finally, we looked at this house. This one was the closest one for us in terms of what we want. Good neighborhood? (it’s essentially right behind where we live now=new) Check! Good price? Check! Sellers desperate to sell? Check! Low taxes? No. Yup, the taxes are what would get us at this house. That’s what you get for being in a good neighborhood, and it’s what we would truly want and pay for.
Just not right now.
Some major cons of that house are the funky ceiling shapes (they are high, which is a want of mine, but funky), the kitchen is the same size as our apartment kitchen, and the living room is smaller than ours. It just wouldn’t make sense. And it has NO garage. Actually, none of the houses we looked at do, and that’s weird. I want a garage.
Overall, renting makes sense for us right now. If you’re going to leave me a comment about how I am wasting my money, I will promptly cry. Because I am not wasting my money. I pay rent, it gives us a home/shelter, and it’s cheap enough to allow us to be debt free by February 2011. I don’t think that’s a waste.
I will admit that I am fully jealous of the 3 friends I have that are currently looking for houses. I know, that’s bad, it’s wrong to be jealous. But, one day my time will come, and for now I can live through them without having to pay the mortgage.
And now, onto my Dear John Letter.
I need to let you go for now. I know this is painful, and that we can’t bear to be apart, but one day we will be together. It’ll be great. I’ll buy you pretty furniture, nice paint, sparkling new floors, and my overpriced Electrolux washer/dryer set. But for now, I need to put to rest my Excel sheets, mortgage calculators, and MLS flyers. I can’t do it anymore, it’s too painful. Yes, this also means I won’t be searching for you on Remax.com, Realtor.com, and Trulia.com on my computer nor on my iPhone apps. Yes, this means I decided to not sell a kidney on the black market to use towards a down payment. Yes, this means I will likely not get $8K when I buy you in May 2011.
But overall, I’ll be a better person when we do meet again.
And even better, I’ll have months worth of inspiration from magazines to make you gorgeous. And MINE. All mine.
I love you.
And to be totally lame, writing that letter totally did make me cry. I’m a loser.
And to redeem myself for my hot mess of a post, here’s a preview of my next post/reveal…the living room!