So we're in the process of searching for a house, like a house to own. Like a physical property that we'll be paying a mortgage for for way too long.
It's a big step.
Change of subject that will make sense later: I was never the type to use a dating app. I know lots of beautiful people who have met their soulmate through Tinder or Mutual or Bumble, so I'm not a hater. It just wasn't my style.
But I feel like I'm getting the Tinder experience up close and personal right now with buying a home. You see, we find a cute place on Zillow, the price is right, we scroll through some gorgeous pics, and we swipe right (aka set up a showing with our awesome realtor).
And then comes the date. The property showing. We stride up to the front door with high, high hopes.
Then. Then there's that awful realization, room after room, backyard to barn, that what we're seeing now was awfully doctored up through some psychedelic filters online. The floors are linoleum, not wood. The counters are cheap plastic instead of granite. The bathroom is a third of the size it seemed to be, and 1,075 square feet looks a lot skimpier in the real-life.
And then we give that uneasy shoulder shrug to each other and to our realtor and walk away mildly grossed out and highly disappointed. It wasn't all it seemed to be.
We're on heartbreak #3 right now.
Ok I admit, heartbreak is a pretty severe word. We're on infatuation crash #3 right now.
But someday that right swipe will lead us to our soul-house. I know it.
It's a big step.
Change of subject that will make sense later: I was never the type to use a dating app. I know lots of beautiful people who have met their soulmate through Tinder or Mutual or Bumble, so I'm not a hater. It just wasn't my style.
But I feel like I'm getting the Tinder experience up close and personal right now with buying a home. You see, we find a cute place on Zillow, the price is right, we scroll through some gorgeous pics, and we swipe right (aka set up a showing with our awesome realtor).
And then comes the date. The property showing. We stride up to the front door with high, high hopes.
Then. Then there's that awful realization, room after room, backyard to barn, that what we're seeing now was awfully doctored up through some psychedelic filters online. The floors are linoleum, not wood. The counters are cheap plastic instead of granite. The bathroom is a third of the size it seemed to be, and 1,075 square feet looks a lot skimpier in the real-life.
And then we give that uneasy shoulder shrug to each other and to our realtor and walk away mildly grossed out and highly disappointed. It wasn't all it seemed to be.
We're on heartbreak #3 right now.
Ok I admit, heartbreak is a pretty severe word. We're on infatuation crash #3 right now.
But someday that right swipe will lead us to our soul-house. I know it.
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