Maybe we should have talked about that first…

It took us over 2 years to find our house.  We’d actually seen it during one of the arduous Saturday outings with our realtor where we squeezed 7-8 viewings into a 3 hour period.  It didn’t register when we first saw it though, because it had been the last stop on a dreary day when everything looked solemn.

About 7 months later, I was scouring ZipRealty and MLS Property Finder for something, anything, and I saw the listing and thought it was worth a view.  Fast forward through the buying process (that’s for another time) and we were homeowners.

Fast forward two and a half more years…while I love our house, I don’t love the town we live in.  I don’t have anything against the town itself, it’s more of the location of our house and the schools in the district.

Our house is very private (which I love) but that doesn’t work well for a toddler.  There is no comradery to be had in a neighborhood because there is no neighborhood.  There is no riding her trike in the street because the road is not very safe (although we have a hella big driveway – unpaved, of course, which defeats the purpose).  While she has a swingset to swing and slide, that doesn’t leave much room for anything else.

The schools are mediocre at best – which isn’t good enough for me.  Yes, I’m being totally snobby, but Q is my one and only and I want her to have every opportunity.  You could easily make the argument that it’s not always the school but more so the child, but that’s a load.  We could always send her to private school, as tuition would basically be equal to what we pay in daycare anyway.  Let’s be poor forever!!

What it all comes down to (“…is that we haven’t got it all figured out just yet…” – thank you Alanis) is I never thought that 1, I’d be pregs 2 months after buying said house and, 2, I didn’t think we’d stay in said house forever anyway and, 3, I certainly didn’t bank on caring about these things when we decided on said house!!!

So maybe Ry and I should have talked this out a little better.  Maybe I should have played out all the possible scenarios before settling.  At least I can say that it will certainly lead to some interesting times to come!



I’ll admit it – I care what people think.

Have you picked your jaw up off the floor yet? Amazed that an almost 40 year old woman is still stuck feeling like an insecure teenager?

Yeah, I didn’t think so.

With that being said, I want to have nice things because I like nice things. But I also want to come across as fiscally responsible, yet carefree. A bit schizophrenic? I think yes.

Both Ry and I have been at our jobs for almost 9 years. We make a decent living, yet we have no savings, no nest egg, and are nowhere near where we should be on the retirement front. We basically can’t afford our lives. How the eff does that happen??

I used to be so carefree about money – no bank account, no credit cards, hoarding my waitressing tips in a coat pocket in my closet. Then I got a “real” job, and then I bought a house and had a child. Faceplant.

You know how people say “money doesn’t buy happiness”? It really would for me….I’ve already got the happy, now I need the means to fund it!

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