Why Buying a House is Like Dating
- The Trying. Tim and I walked into one home this week and knew within 3 minutes that we didn’t like it, weren’t going to buy it. But the people were just trying so hard, bless their hearts. They had a candle lit in every.single.room. You feel bad that you don’t like it, but well, you just don’t like it. Reminds me of some dates I’ve been on, especially the knowing after the first three minutes.
- The Waiting. Waiting for the phone call. Jumping at every ring. Grabbing the phone. Oh, it’s just Dad. Suspense. Will they take our offer? He loves, he loves me not. WHY WON’T YOU JUST CALL ALREADY?
- The Roller Coaster. On Tuesday, my little house heart was broken and by Thursday, I was on to something new. This process is making me crazy. Ahem. Crazier than usual.
- The Visualizing. You look at a home, and you start filling in your family. Susanna here, boys there, Abby here. In the dating process, you start imagining yourself with that person. It’s dangerous. It’s risky. You gotta play it cool, be able to walk away. Know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em, all that jazz.
- The Risk. Are we investing in something worthwhile? Is this THE ONE? Oh the uncertainty! Risk is involved with all the best things in life.
The summary is, we don’t have a house yet, I’m still minimizing wildly since I know we have to move, and this process is a little crazy-making and a lot like dating. I trust God in this process, but just like in my dating years, He doesn’t seem to think it’s necessary to point a big, arrow-shaped cloud in the sky toward the guy who is THE ONE. Thankfully, I was smart enough to figure it out anyway and I lucked out. Hopefully, the same thing will happen here.
Although? I wouldn’t mind a big arrow shaped cloud.
Have a great weekend!