Home buying = emotional process.
As hard as I try to see buying a house as a business investment, I can’t help but see our future home. A place that we can make our own. Where we will raise kids. Where I might one day have an in-home photography studio. Where we will host church home groups and meals with family and friends. Where we will build relationships with surrounding neighbors. Where laughter and memories will be made. Where we will wake up on Christmas morning. Where our future children will fall down and scrape their knees, or draw on the walls with markers.
Whenever we visit houses on the market that could potentially be our first home, I can see flaws, but by nature try to bypass them as a part of my optimistic personality. Brian is of course there to remind me of the re-sale value (or lack there of). He’s the business. I’m the emotion. This can be good and bad. Brian keeps me in check about how to buy the perfect home. I get easily frustrated because I am so excited, or some may say desperate, to have my own home. In the past, when I’ve found something I want, I work hard to make it happen (financially and in a timely manner). I’m learning to see that this may be called “a sense of entitlement”. I’m workin’ on it. This home buying process is forcing me to learn patience like I never have before. I’ll admit I’m not good at playing games and negotiating. Thankfully, Brian is blessed with this talent.
To me, a home is a safe comfortable place. A place to grow. A place to cultivate memories. It’s difficult for me to mix that with the word “investment”. I’m still learning.
