It’s only been in the last few weeks that I’ve reconciled the idea of buying a house.
H wants to own property and probably a lot of it. I think it’s partially from his own upbringing of moving around a lot (owning a home means something to him), partially his interest in financial stability and partially b/c it’s the thing you do when you’re grown up (haha). On the other hand, I am petrified. The thought of an expensive mortgage, the upkeep and problems, and the commitment to a neighborhood scare the crap out of me.
But since the wedding, I miss the on-the-same-page coupleness we had – the united front of our life goals. For the past half of a year, it’s been a lot of H working and going to grad school and me feeling like I’m spinning my wheels.
So this is the start. I don’t foresee this process going quickly, but it’s nice to make the beginning.