In the past, because we were a military family, our path was pretty much determined for us. We got orders, for the past handful of moves we were assigned a home, and we moved. Done. We worked with what we were given and the house always became home.
This time we’re on a different path. I was living in South Dakota when my husband bought the only home we’ve ever owned and the market back then in DC was completely different. Competition for homes was fierce and he pretty much pounced on the first “For Sale by Owner” home he found, almost as soon as the man had finished putting the sign in the ground.
I’m part of the process in this current house-hunting adventure and the market is a buyer’s market. For four days we traveled down many literal paths leading to many front doors.
This afternoon we have it narrowed down to two very different houses and while my feet know one of the front paths leads to the front door I’ll end up entering every single day, it’s the emotional path that house will put me on that I wonder the most about. The battle that is ensuing is the practical end of this in my mind….the comparisons of cost, the work that needs to be done, the way rooms will be used, versus the unseen variables….who will my neighbors be, which house feels like it fits, which structure will enfold us and embrace our friends and family?
So I leave you with images of paths I’ve pulled out of my archives which convey that sense of the unknown.
I can’t help but be curious and excited about what lies at the end of this particular house path.
Oh I can’t wait to see and hear all about which you choose and why!
Happy New Year. What a way to start out 2017!