When someone unexpectedly outbid us on one home after another in a suddenly hot seller’s market, my husband and I just gave up looking. Looking back, it was a little weird how it happened: we took a look at a house that met many of our criteria. We liked it fine. On the way home we talked about whether or not to put in a bid.
“I’m just not that excited about it,” I said.
“Me, neither,” my husband said. “In fact, I’m pretty sick of this whole house-hunting thing.”
I laughed. What had begun as a fun bonding experience while looking forward to the birth of our child (we started looking around the time I got pregnant) had in six months become a major bummer.
Or maybe the universe was simply telling us to take a break–that the timing wasn’t right–and that’s why both of us got sick of looking at the same time.
The good vibes just weren’t there anymore.
In any case, my husband and I told our agent not to put in a bid, even though it was a nice enough place. We also told her we wanted to take a break from doing walk-throughs. As eager as we were to get out of our highway-adjacent apartment, we gave up. I wasn’t worried about the matter, though–well, not too much, anyway. I decided that when it was the right time, everything would fall into place. We’d find a place to buy, or we’d find a nicer place to rent–and either way was okay with me.
Three months later, only two weeks before our son was born, our realtor contacted us about a house that seemed right up our alley. The location was great. The size and style was just what both of us had in mind. And it was affordable, as well.
“You should take a look as soon as possible,” she said.
So, that evening, we stopped by and looked it over.
And it was awesome.
It was in good condition. It was surrounded by trees. It was close to a lake.
It was somewhere I could see us living for a very long time.
“I love it,” I told my husband.
We made an offer the next day, and less than a month later, the papers were signed and the house became ours.
After Rachel and Matthew had their first child, they had a couple of fights. Well, okay, more than a couple—they fought for over three years. They fought about schedules. They fought about bad habits. They even fought about the lawn mower. And besides actually having their child, it was the best thing that could've happened. Get Fights You’ll Have After Having a Baby: A Self-Help Story on Amazon now.