I get a lot of crap from portions of my family when I refer to my parents' home as my home. Since leaving home for college, I've had ten different residences, yet my home remains the same. Sure, I live in Virginia now, in an apartment, that is currently my home. I think my major setback is that none of those have been permanent. When we first moved to Harrisonburg, I compared renting houses to apartments. Unfortunately many did not allow pets, so I gave up and here we are. Since we've lived here, I've subscribed to a listing of local houses on the market in a semi-reasonable-but-still-ridiculous price range. Today though, when a new house came through, I took a look. I realize we are not in that place that we can actually buy a house, but it's nice to think about. One of the houses I had previously marked as a maybe had came down in price. With that drop, the mortgage became less than our monthly rent for our apartment. It seems impossible and ridiculous (again, I know) but the space there and yard, and deck, and on and on and on...just is so...blargh...out of reach?...ridiculous?...confusing.
So there you have it...my thoughts on a new home, that may be coming sooner than originally thought.
Bam! I hit publish. Mom and Dad, I'm going to trivia tonight and no, I don't want to talk about this post. Love you!