For most of 2012, my husband and I were searching for a house to buy. It had to be in a certain location that was close to his work. It had to be quiet. And it had to be affordable.
Everything else was negotiable.
We looked at some clunkers, and even made an offer on a few (well, okay, five or six, actually). We even compromised on the location at one point out of sheer desperation. I was pregnant, and moving all of our stuff with a new baby did not sound like a very good time. Still, one by one, all of these near-definite deals fell through, and the market was on fire here in our part of the greater Seattle area, rocketing upwards on a monthly basis.
Finding a house, as it turns out, is hard work.
Still, we kept calm, and I kept saying my affirmations, and finally, the perfect opportunity came around–and this time, it worked out. We moved in on October 15, and since then have enjoyed our 1500-square foot mansion as much as anyone has ever enjoyed a home.
A month or so later while flipping through my affirmations journal, I found the following entries:
- February 27: “I have the perfect house with lots of pine trees around it and vaulted ceilings.” Check and check.
- May 2: “Holland and I are living in a beautiful home in a quiet neighborhood.” Yes and yes!
- May 7: “Our new home is surrounded by very tall trees.” No doubt about that one.
- July 6: “Holland and I have our perfect house.”
I can honestly tell you that we are right now living in the house I pictured in my mind when last year my husband and I first made the decision to buy: three bedrooms, two bathrooms, one floor, and in the perfect location with walking trails all around yet somehow close to everything we need, too. I feel a little like Goldilocks when I describe it: it’s not too big, it’s not too small–it’s just the right fit for us.
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