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Don’t Like My Idea? Wait a Week.

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I’ll change my mind.

My husband and I did more research and decided building a house wasn’t the best option for us. The biggest factors:

1) We don’t know local subcontractors. In San Diego, my husband had a good group of reliable subs he could use. In Fort Worth, we don’t know anyone. We haven’t built those important relationships yet and that could result in big delays, bad workmanship, higher costs… or all three.

2) The supply chain is a mess. Materials for a rehab will be hard to find. Materials for a complete build would be harder.

Where do we go from here? We bounced the idea of buying in an upper middle-class neighborhood. Our loan would be $100K-$200K. We could easily pay it off in 15 years. We DESERVE a nice house. We’ve had 6 people in 1,200 sq ft. We owe it to ourselves to finally have a home we can be proud of, right?

We started driving around. We discovered great little pockets of houses. Friendly neighbors waving as we drove by. Our house in San Diego wasn’t nice, but I loved it anyway. We need one more bedroom. That’s it.

So we’re looking for a house we can pay cash for. Sure, it’s not going to be as nice as I imagined. I won’t have my dream kitchen (yet) but it will be OURS. Our goal is to be completely debt free…house and all. Yes, one day I’ll get the house I deserve…when I can afford it.

BTW – Sorry for all the housing posts. It’s been such a rollercoaster of decisions and always top of mind.

A Little Christmas Humble Pie

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I can’t eat. Seriously, hardly a thing. It’s easier than throwing up. I’m losing weight I don’t have to lose at this point and I’m hungry…and angry. I have a list of things I can’t eat. It’s so long, I jokingly asked for a list of things I CAN eat. Surely it must be shorter. Doctors don’t seem to get my gallows humor.

It’s made me grumpy. I generally eat healthy but I like the idea that I can eat whatever I want if I felt like it. Those days are gone.
We had to cancel the trip to Kansas over Thanksgiving to visit my sister since on the morning we were scheduled to leave, one of the kids was barfing. I was devastated. Paired with my food problems (did I mention I’m losing my hair too?!? Because that’s fun), I ‘perhaps’ wasn’t a pleasant person. We had no food in the house since we had planned to be out of town. Chris had to run to the store to pick up groceries and a Thanksgiving meal.

He was gone three hours.

I was sick. Again. I was angry. Why did he have to be gone three hours?!?! He called 2 hours and 45 minutes after he left. ‘Can you eat green beans?’ he asked. I looked at the mile long list, ‘uh yeah, I think so!’

‘I’m sorry I’ve been gone so long babe. I really want to make sure I’m not buying stuff you can’t eat and I’m not used to it. It’s taking a while. I’ll be home as soon as possible’

I hung up the phone.

I’d been so angry. Imagining him slowly slurping a Starbucks, eating the pumpkin loaf I love so much that’s on the ‘naughty list’, walking down the aisles enjoying time away from the kids. Instead, he was diligently reading every label. Finding things I can eat.

Myopically, I threw that away to focus on the misery I’m feeling. Forgetting that I picked a good one. Friends, I picked a good one. In sickness and in health. Pick a good one.

We’re all going through stuff. We all have things to deal with. It’s Christmas. Hug the ‘good ones’ in your life. The gifts don’t matter. The love you show does.

Show it.