as cliché as it may very well be, home ownership is my very own american dream. the importance of housing resonates innately within me. in fact, it is so important that witnessing the lack of housing and the prevalence of homelessness in richmond led me social work and away from studying theater (phew!)
last week, my husband and i finally summoned the courage to contact a loan officer and a real estate agent. i think i have just been afraid of their power to crush our dreams: “sorry, your credit sucks.” or “you thought you would qualify for WHAT?” however, it was pretty much the opposite and we were so pleased to find that we would qualify for the range we had been searching over the past year.
here’s where it gets complicated. now that the possibility is before me i am equally excited and terrified. i have the blog bookmarks, magazines, and photos saved in my “Decor” folder on my desktop to prove i’ve only been thinking about this for, well, FOREVER. yet somehow i’ve started to feel this overwhelming sense of having to find my dream house now (while all the while i know that is entirely unrealistic). i mean, why can’t i have my craftsman house with all the details i have poured over the past 10 years. oh yeah, i’m a first time home buyer, ha!
looking at houses for the first time last week certainly allowed me to narrow down our options and at least give me a beginning sense of what makes the cut and what is out project runway style. but since, i have been dreaming of updates to my our beginner house a little slice of my dream house. we shall see! round two on tuesday!
