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Open a can of 'gettin it done'
Sep. 12th, 2010 11:31 amSo, I have officially been watching too much HGTV recently. Originally it was becuse I'd really like to buy a house. However, the more I think about it, the more I realize that it is Not The Right Time for multiple reasons:
1. The town I'm in - while prices around here are kind of amazingly low, that's because it's a VERY economically depressed area whose population is shrinking as there are few jobs to be had, making real estate re-sale damn near impossible (and it's been going on since before the recession, which only made things worse). Basically, I don't know that this is where I want to put down roots.
2. Being single for life - I feel like buying a house wherever I am is accepting the fact that I'm going to be single for life because it means I have to date within the rather limited pool nearby or get someone to move, or plan to sell the house and move anyway (which I can do more cheaply if I'm renting). Now, being single is something I've more or less expected to be my whole life anyway, but I guess I like knowing that there's a possibility I could meet someone tolerant of my particular quirks.
3. Money - I can get more house for less per month by renting, which allows me to save more for a down payment. The houses in my price range would all be severe fixer-uppers, so I'd like to save for pre-move-in renovations as well (see? I learned something from those hours of HGTV).
Argh. I feel like I'm wasting too many minutes of my present trying to figure out my future. This is not a state I find myself in often (previously, I just did whatever came next along my life plan. However, I never stopped to think about what would happen when I got to the end of that plan, i.e. Now)
Um, but in the meantime, I should finish cleaning the house I'm in, finish my cooking for the week. Er, starting last night, I've been making a hell of a lot of food (mashed potatoes from the garden, potato salad, coleslaw and sauteed cabbage from the last of the home grown cabbage, bruschetta from the last of the tomatoes, guacamole, something with shrimp, Indian curry, roasted garlic, a loaf artisan bread and a loaf of cinnamon bread for breakfasts. What? I don't get to do more than heat stuff up during the week, and I only get a couple of weekends off in which to cook for the rest of the time. It's either that or go back to a life of food from the grocery freezer section...
All in all, life is settling down for the moment, but I feel like I'm biding my time, waiting for something to happen in a sleepy, rural town, rather than making it happen, you know? Gosh, that sounds like the first line of some cheesy horror novel, oh well.
OH! Speaking of horror novels, I've been reading Kim Harrison's Hollows series. Er, guilty pleasure? Because I find her writing style grating at best-- she can't introduce a new character without describing how HOT that person is (and, no offence to anyone who lives there, but I seriously doubt everyone in Cincinatti is really that beyond-real attractive), uses verbs like "to wedge" (with reference to removing shoes) on a regular basis, and the main character is such a pure Mary Sue it's not even funny. That said, I Just. Can't. Stop reading them. *gives up* Just don't tell, kay? ;)
1. The town I'm in - while prices around here are kind of amazingly low, that's because it's a VERY economically depressed area whose population is shrinking as there are few jobs to be had, making real estate re-sale damn near impossible (and it's been going on since before the recession, which only made things worse). Basically, I don't know that this is where I want to put down roots.
2. Being single for life - I feel like buying a house wherever I am is accepting the fact that I'm going to be single for life because it means I have to date within the rather limited pool nearby or get someone to move, or plan to sell the house and move anyway (which I can do more cheaply if I'm renting). Now, being single is something I've more or less expected to be my whole life anyway, but I guess I like knowing that there's a possibility I could meet someone tolerant of my particular quirks.
3. Money - I can get more house for less per month by renting, which allows me to save more for a down payment. The houses in my price range would all be severe fixer-uppers, so I'd like to save for pre-move-in renovations as well (see? I learned something from those hours of HGTV).
Argh. I feel like I'm wasting too many minutes of my present trying to figure out my future. This is not a state I find myself in often (previously, I just did whatever came next along my life plan. However, I never stopped to think about what would happen when I got to the end of that plan, i.e. Now)
Um, but in the meantime, I should finish cleaning the house I'm in, finish my cooking for the week. Er, starting last night, I've been making a hell of a lot of food (mashed potatoes from the garden, potato salad, coleslaw and sauteed cabbage from the last of the home grown cabbage, bruschetta from the last of the tomatoes, guacamole, something with shrimp, Indian curry, roasted garlic, a loaf artisan bread and a loaf of cinnamon bread for breakfasts. What? I don't get to do more than heat stuff up during the week, and I only get a couple of weekends off in which to cook for the rest of the time. It's either that or go back to a life of food from the grocery freezer section...
All in all, life is settling down for the moment, but I feel like I'm biding my time, waiting for something to happen in a sleepy, rural town, rather than making it happen, you know? Gosh, that sounds like the first line of some cheesy horror novel, oh well.
OH! Speaking of horror novels, I've been reading Kim Harrison's Hollows series. Er, guilty pleasure? Because I find her writing style grating at best-- she can't introduce a new character without describing how HOT that person is (and, no offence to anyone who lives there, but I seriously doubt everyone in Cincinatti is really that beyond-real attractive), uses verbs like "to wedge" (with reference to removing shoes) on a regular basis, and the main character is such a pure Mary Sue it's not even funny. That said, I Just. Can't. Stop reading them. *gives up* Just don't tell, kay? ;)
