this weekend will forever go down in infamy
as that 24 hour period in which we almost bought a house.
it started out as a hunt for a new rental.
our current apartment complex's management
was starting to feel/act a little like the Gestapo.
no more than 2 guests per apartment at the pool...
police officers questioning residents at the pool to determine where they lived...
poor handling of packages in the mailroom...
you know. typical apartment complex issues.
the straw that broke the camel's back,
was last week, when the "courtesy officer"
(a cop who happens to live in our complex)
took it upon himself to ring our doorbell 17 times at 3AM
to inform us we had left our garage door open.
my sleep-deprived self stewed on that debacle
for the better part of the next day
and decided something had to give.
so i checked out a new part of town.
scouted some lofts...apartments...areas we might look for houses to rent
Nick and I both managed to have an afternoon off on Friday
so we hit the streets. on a mission, we were.
on our search, we came upon a charming little house with a red door
in a historic neighborhood that is very up-and-coming
"for sale", the sign said.
it was empty, so naturally we peeked in the windows
and liked what we saw.
the price tag wasn't bad either.
i plugged the sticker price into an online mortgage calculator on my iphone
as nick continued to drive up and down every street looking for rent signs
...we could be paying less than our current rent...
we went for beers to process this new idea.
could WE buy a house?
is this crazy?
we don't even know for sure where we'll be living in two years!
this is nuts!
we kept turning over the idea in our minds over dinner
and promptly got into a fight about something completely unrelated.
the next morning, we still didn't think it was a totally terrible idea.
so we called our dads for advice. obviously.
they--surprisingly--didn't think it was a terrible idea either.
and gave us lots of things to think about...questions to ask.
so we called the realtor and scheduled a viewing.
for that afternoon.
up until we met the realtor,
we were busy researching things like...
property taxes...appliance costs...homeowner's insurance
"the true cost of home ownership"
then we saw the house.
and cute as it was, it needed a LOT of work.
like air conditioning.
the floor plan was really funky too.
not like, quirky-cute funky. like, pretty unworkable funky.
our 24-hour dream of owning that house sort of went up in smoke
there weren't any other houses in the area in our price range
and we didn't really want to live in any other area
so the vision of home ownership this year vanished as quickly as it had appeared
and we're re-signing our lease in the Gestapo apartments.
as anticlimactic as this tale is, we learned a lot.
about how spontaneous we REALLY are
about how we're more grown up than we thought
and mostly about how content you can feel
when you compare your current situation with other possibilities.
as disgruntled as we had become with our current apartment complex,
we still really love our apartment. we've made it home. it's cozy.
and it wasn't enough to just move. we needed to move somewhere decidedly better.
nothing better is available right now.
so we're staying put.
we still love that neighborhood.
with its restaurants and community feel
Nick has said he'd like to live there, especially if i deploy next year
it'd be nice for him to be in an area with more people, more social events
so he doesn't feel so isolated while i'm gone.
so maybe next year?
now we know we could do it.
and now you know the story
of that one time we almost bought a house.