the more houses i see

...the more I wish I still held child-like anticipation for the new.


The house hunt continues, and today I'm just having a hard time accepting that this is my last Christmas in my house. Moving as a child was never hard for me. It was an a new adventure, a new house to explore. Perhaps I only feel this way because we haven't found the right house yet. I trust God with our future, but, I'm still human. I hold my house with sentimental value, even though when it comes down to it, it's just a pile of bricks.

To be totally honest with you, if I were to take a virtual tour, or like-wise of my house, there would be no way that I would want to buy it. This house is old, and not nice New England, or Victorian old, and full of character. Old as in, it needs work-- like replacing our kitchen floor, because it is the most ugly, and I mean uuuuugly linoleum--straight from the 60's or 70's, but I've gotten used to it. I do love my kitchen though. The amount of work space I have is phenomenal, and I have a full walk-in pantry. Our upstairs needs to have the dry-wall finished, after pulling out all the paneling---honestly paneling? it's not even real wood paneling. There is many more plans we had, but the point is, we don't own our house, and we do not plan on continuing to pay rent at an increased rate, and increase the value of a house we don't even own--there is just no logic in that---that's not to say that we haven't' taken care of this house, because we have, and we have done things to increase the value of the house, in hope that we might get it severed from the land, but after much paper-work, meetings and time, there was no such luck.

I must trust that there is a "right" house out there for us, and we'll find it at the right time. I just have to keep remembering that it's all under control. The house we finally end up in, will be ours, it will be new, it will be nice, it will be open, and it will become even more sentimental.