I am a house hunter.
Hopefully just for a little while longer. My husband and I are settling in a new city and looking for a place to live. We have rented internationally for a long time. Now we are going to buy a home.
It has been quite the process.
I have been receiving emails for months that tempt me with the new offerings in my supposed price range. We have picked a realtor to help us search. Friends have made suggestions. We have scanned the internet realty webpages. We have looked at many maps and driven many miles through many neighborhoods and walked through many future home possibilities. Price per square foot, HOA fees, room layouts and sizes, finishings and amenities overwhelm our conversations.
Which style is me?
What do I like? What do I want? Big or small? Modern or cozy? Privacy or community? Move-in-ready or fixer-upper? Yard or carefree? Close to school district or mall? Stretch the budget or live simply?
Comparing with others only makes it worse. We know many people in the area. Some live in gorgeous, spacious homes; others in small efficient condos. Some have a pool; others a lake view. Some are amazingly decorated and organized; others are cluttered and in need of a few up-grades.
I have reflected on everything about me.
There was a day when my choice had more to do with my children and my job. What they needed was priority and simplified the options. Today I have very few real needs in a house, so it is just my chosen lifestyle that makes the determination. How do I like to spend my time? What is most important to me?
I want to be ok with who I am and my choices and not feel pressure to be like someone else.
I think the pressure and the comparison will always be there. Even at my age, I still struggle with wanting to be liked, wanting to fit it, and wanting to be someone I am not. Sometimes other people make it harder… questioning my desires and my decisions. Are you sure you want that? Wouldn’t you rather have this?
Over the years it has gotten easier. I am getting more comfortable in my own skin, but I don’t know if I will ever get over it completely.
So the search continues… for my house… and for my own identity.
How do you deal with choices and comparison? What helps you feel content with your uniquely created identity?
When I think of being in your home I think of two things. The fun and good meals around your table first. Next, enjoying the peace of your outside area. Just some thoughts.
Thanks, friend! Great memories! We have an offer in today… trusting God to guide us! Love you… come visit our new place soon!