It’s been about a week since I last updated. When I left you, I was ready to put in an offer on a home. And I did. I called my realtor on Sunday and said I wanted to put in an offer, and she got all the paperwork ready for me to sign and I signed it all. I didn’t even think twice about it. I was nervous/excited/terrified/thrilled.
After submitting a few more items, I finally heard from the seller on Tuesday. They had counter-offered! When my realtor called to tell me that they had essentially accepted my offer, my reaction was, “Oh, okay. Can I call you back?” Then, I continued on with my life. I checked myself pretty quickly – why wasn’t I excited? I imagined myself screaming and running down the hallway announcing to everyone that I had bought a house! Why wasn’t I feeling that way?
Let me ask my mom.
So, I called my mom at work and told her the counter-offer and she said it was a good deal and that I should do what I feel is right. She then continued to be a mom, and, long story short, basically said she wished she could be more excited for me but she has a bad feeling about the house and thinks I should get a townhouse because houses are a lot of work and responsibility. I got off the phone feeling pretty bummed. Then I discussed this with my coworker who said she’s being such a mom and that I’m going to make the right decision for me. Then I texted my BFF about it and he agreed with my mom. What was very helpful was him sending me a list of all the work he’s done on his house since he bought it.
Needless to say, I called my realtor the next day and explained this to her and she understood because she’s wonderful. I said I’d like to look at townhouses and that I have a new appreciation for HOA fees. When I went home that night to look at townhouses that are on the market, it felt right, and I got excited.
Now, I’m back to the start. I’m taking a 2 week break to clear my head and search my soul. I believe I did the right thing. Most of my life, I’ve done pretty much the opposite of what my mom says but 100% of the time I should have listened to her. I can still do everything I want to do in a townhouse, except paint my front door… but I can always paint a door inside. I can still do all my plants, too, just in containers.
What I learned from this part of my experience is that I held a romanticized vision of what home ownership is like. If I had grown up in a home with a yard that we owned, maybe I would have already been in touch with reality. However, like I shared in an earlier post, I grew up in a two-family rental with no yard, then we lived in a condo with no yard, then we moved to another condo with no yard, and I’ve lived in 2 apartments since. I had a vision of myself waking up one morning and saying, “OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO!” Believe me, even owning a townhouse will come with responsibility, but it’s what I’m used to seeing.
Another thing I learned is that I truly am a bad decision maker. I make decisions impulsively. I go in circles when I make decisions. I bring people with me on my decision making journey and they’re all dizzy. What’s important, though, is that I am lucky to be surrounded by very supportive friends and family (and readers!) that are happy to be along for the ride.