Decisions, Decisions

Insightful and humorous story from a perspective homebuyer.

Whoa! This place is beautiful! Pure perfection. I honestly can't imagine Not living here. I must live here!! I excitedly said to myself. The Real Estate man pacing back and forth and looking down at his phone after our brief tour of the residence. He was fully enveloped in his own affairs. I stepped away. Making my own estimations and evaluations of this lovely place I wished I could call home.

The house was gorgeous, but it was the LAND that was the real draw for me. The rolling green meadows, the flowers, the pond, and the mini forest including all those most delicious fruit trees. I could have shrieked with delight and jumped up high but instead maintained my demeanor and went on my way around the property. Oh, and the Gazebo! My heart raced when I saw that! Since I was a wee young gal, when I first lay my eyes upon such a thing, I knew that I must possess this before my last dying breath.

Then I thought, thou completely unnecessary, the only thing this place is missing is a She~shed. Yes indeed. 

How could I afford this glorious place? A slice of Heaven upon God's green great Earth.

My income is diminishing and before I know it I'll be on a fixed income. Ugg! Taxes, mortgage payments, home insurance, maintenance. This all seemed well worth it. Hell, even Forclosure seemed worth it. Less is better than none. Could I risk it? My heart was saying YESSS! My mind was saying ~ keep looking.

What about the interest rates? Not to mention, the down payment.  Hmmm....

I stood in this open plain and looked up to the bright blue sky and asked the Great One for a little direction. Could I or should I do this thing? And why have You tempted me into this most beautiful homestead if You believe I can't afford it? Am I to look at heaven from a distance? Ok, maybe I'm being a bit overly dramatic. (Which is my next endeavor~Theater). I finished and said my Amen and began to stroll slowly among the greenery.

I thought about the kitchen. Big and fine. The stove was one of those six burner types. Her stainless steel glimmered like a sparkly diamond ring. Magnificent. I was in Awe! I am one person with an occasional sister visit. Do I need a stove that can cook for a small church group?

Oh, I don't know. Maybe Easter may be so abundant that I cook a meal so that I can gain 50lbs in one sitting. Oh yeah, my practical voice interjected, you have to buy food. It doesn't just appear you know.