NOT!! I wish..
I am dying!!
As part of David's job, he gets to go on "tours" where he, along with realtors around the area, get to walk through houses on the market and give the sellers feedback. Today he saw a little starter home he thought I'd like, so he described it to me and asked if I wanted to go see it. We took the girls over and waited for his mom to come unlock it for us. We walked around the way-bigger-than-I-expected yard, and Lilly clung to the old metal swing it comes with. At this point I didn't have my hopes up at all. I'm pretty picky about where I live, especially if I'm looking for our first house! When Davids parents arrived, they opened the front door and the further inside I walked, the more I fell in love! Nearly everthing in the house was remodeled and it had 3 bedrooms, 1 bath and all hardwood floors. So, I want this house, right?
With David's new job we could actually afford this house. So... I start really... wanting... this house. I begin picturing... me... in this house. BAD IDEA.
Because David and I are fiscally responsible with our money we have no credit score, meaning, everything about us qualifies for this house.. except for the fact that we have no debt. How. Freakin. Retarded is that!!! So in 3 months time when we can actually get the house it will most likely be sold. And a little piece of my heart died thinking about that. I even mumbled under my breath that I might kill the people that buy it out from under me. Even David didn't see that kind of attachment coming.
Haha, but really, I'd never do that. However, I am obsessing a little bit! I'm trying to think about how much I enjoy living where I do now, because I LOVE IT! My ward and neighbors, especially! But I can't help but want to crumble something extremely solid in my fist at how ridiculous our country is when it demands debt in order to move up in life! Hhhhhhh.. so for now, I am still a debtless, houseless, yardless, swingless, harwood-floorless, little Shelby.
