Well, maybe a little. I walked past a couple of houses this morning that were in the running during the house hunt. And there was not an ounce of longing or regret. One, a short sale, is still bedecked with a ‘for sale’ sign. The other, a foreclosure, looks happily lived in. As much effort as I put into working toward a purchase on the first one, I am extremely grateful it didn’t work out.
The one that did, the darling house I’m living in now, was the one for me. It’s not too big, not too small. It’s 10 minutes from the ocean. It’s close to everything, but still in a very quiet neighborhood. It’s just right.
So for those of you still house hunting, know that the right house for you is out there too. (After a year and a half of looking, and a half dozen offers made, I was starting to wonder.) If you’re diligently working on purchasing a home, and the banks are taking their sweet time, keep looking. I’m thrilled I did.
And each morning, as I walk along the trail near my home, I am rewarded with a breathtaking sunrise. Doesn’t get much better than that.
No comments:
Post a Comment