Buying a house is like getting married.
The hype, excitement, anticipation of finally being able to search and then the hurry to jump in and meet as many homes as possible to try and find “the one.” Not too far off from the dating scene at BYU as a college freshman. During the hunt we came across some real lookers: the Fast and Furious house, the Light & Bright house, the Triple Decker house, and the Serious Fixer Upper. Frustration, worry, and anxiety crept in after only about 3 weeks of searching. Why is it taking so long!? Is there really a house for us? Will we EVER find “the one”?
When we found “the one” we knew it. Almost instantly. We didn’t really have to say anything to each other, we just knew. The house spoke to us. We felt the pitter-patter, the butterflies, and the breathlessness. So we pulled out the candles, roses, ring, and proposed with a heartfelt, gut-wrenching letter to the owners. They accepted our proposal with open arms and we were engaged.
Then the winds started to blow.
When Scott and I were engaged, I was admittedly extremely hot and cold. Wishy-washy. Scared. Nervous. Anxious. He didn’t have a job. He didn’t have a car. He didn’t really know what he wanted to do. And neither of us had any money. I started looking at all the negative things surrounding our relationship, his traits, my traits, and what our future might hold. Was he really “the one”? Was this really the right path? Did I make the right decision?
Enter: Doubt. Fear. Worry.
We felt many of the same emotions during the closing process. When we first walked through the house it was perfect. It was huge. It was new. It was everything I had ever said I wanted: “Grey walls, white trim, white cabinets, dark wood floors, granite counter tops, stainless steel and gas appliances, 4 bed 2 bath, bonus room, play set, large yard”, yet, when we walked through it the day before closing, I noticed every single negative thing about the house: “There’s a spot here, a hole there, this room feels too small, is the kitchen big enough, is the house big enough, are we paying too much, are the neighbors going to hate the fence?”
Enter: Doubt. Fear. Worry.
We moved forward with faith, trusting our gut, and as soon as the marriage ceremony was complete and we moved our stuff inside, we could not wipe the grin off our faces. “I love this house! I love this house!” popped out of our mouths every 3.6 seconds and we truly, deeply, passionately, love our house!
While the honeymoon phase is coming to an end, and we are entering reality of home-ownership, we are still madly in love with our new home and feel so blessed and grateful to raise our family in such a wonderful place.