…But, it didn’t. These past several months, we had been trying to buy a house. It’s something we had been contemplating for a little over a year. Purchasing the first home for anyone is a big deal, but we have the added challenge in that we are self-employed. It’s such a stupid thing because we can afford the very modest property we are wanting (monthly mortgage being far cheaper than our current rent), we have good credit, we would theoretically never be fired from our jobs (unlike most other people with regular jobs these days!) but banks don’t care about these things. So when we made the opportunity happen for us to be able to circumvent some of these issues, we grabbed it and worked really hard to make it happen. And it almost worked (several times, actually!), and we almost got the almost-dream-house-with-some-compromises. But for no particular reason at all, it fell through. And that was that.
The reason why we were trying to make this work in a hurry (Aside from that we really do need more room. And also, our neighbors are weird — lets just leave it at that, shall we?) was that Immi is starting summer school this month, and then pre-school this coming fall. We know that this will be challenging for her, and wanted to put her in a more permanent community and thought that extra effort to move to before her school starting would be worth it. Anyhow, we could keep trying at this, but we’ve run out of time in this sense, so we are putting it off for now. Especially because in about 6 month, our company will be out of it’s infancy stage (having been around two full tax years) which will hopefully gain us better credibility. If I had known that it would take this many months, so many hours of our time, general frustration and ridiculous amount of paperwork, and generally not being able to make it happen before July, we wouldn’t have pursuit this rout and waited a while longer. But we tried, and we had to.
We’ve been asked…why don’t we just go rent a house? Well, because that won’t give us a permanent address! Those investment properties foreclose all the time, and we can’t be kicked out due to this at random times — we have business to run and kids to mind. And I HATE moving. I absolutely and completely HATE it. Next time we move, we are going to be staying there for long long time. (Can you blame me? I have been moving every 2-3 years since the time I was 9 years old!) Besides, the trade off of having more room and a yard isn’t good enough when I consider the possibility that landlord might totally suck. This apartment we are currently staying in, the front desk ladies are very nice and everything we ask for gets improved or fixed generally within 24 hours. The maintenance guy here is also really nice and we can totally trust him (…so the leak in the wall incident months back? We just told him we’d be at the beach for a few days!). Having lived in a rented condo previously, we know how much it sucks for things to not get fixed promptly (if ever…) when it’s not ours to fix. Besides, most of the ideas we have for our future house, we can’t implement in a rented place anyways — house or not. Like we are planing on having some chickens (Sounds totally crazy to you? It’s entirely normal in Portland) in our yard.
Anyhow, this debacle was in a way a wake up call. I’m glad it didn’t work out. I honestly thought, while we were in the midst of it, that if it falls through I would be upset. I wasn’t. I was entirely relieved and felt more content then I had been in an entire year! Besides, getting an “almost perfect” home couldn’t possibly be “our” way — everything worthwhile we do takes time and effort, challenges us above and beyond, but the result is always rewarding. Since we have waited this long, when we do make this happen, we might as well take the time and make it perfect.
So instead, we are going to do what we should have been doing these past 2.5 years we’ve lived here, which is to actually live here. I always thought of this place as a temporary space so I never bothered decorating it. We never hung up many pictures or even replaced furniture that came broken in the cross country move with something that we actually love. I think I forgot to realize that even if we did make this little apartment a cozy home, it’s quite easy to move the whole thing to the new location. Besides, most important part of a home is the life that’s being had in it. And this thought makes me content.