We bought a house last week- I waited until the home inspection, financing and all the I dotting and T crossing was complete before I posted about it. Funny thing is, I expected to be ecstatic when we finally found something, but I wasn't. My reaction was really odd. I almost felt kinda let down.
We bought in another community. It means the drive to work now will be about 20 minutes, but I am hoping it will be worth it. The house backs on to a man made pond (for drainage) so there will be no homes behind us. There is a playground less than one minute away. The community is not very old; is mostly residential- and a lot of people want to move there. The basement is finished and will be a great place for the little guy to play. So on paper it is really good. I should have been doing the dance of joy; but I wasn't. Why not?
Well I haven't got it all figured out, but I am guessing now at a few of the reasons. Part of it is that I know I am headed for a huge lifestyle change. We are so spoiled where we live now, it is ten minutes away from Don's work, close to the GO if we want to head into Toronto, close to the lake. Close to an A&P, Wil's Montessori School. But the truth of the matter was, our house was too small, and houses more suited to our current needs in our neighborhood were out of our price range.
It was also our first home, and as much as we had problems with it, we did spend the last 8 years there, early married couple years...wink wink, nudge nudge. It is the home where I planted my first garden. The home I bought my son home to. The home I have shared with family and friends. The first place that was really ours.
We don't move until late August, so maybe as the date gets closer I will get more excited about leaving and starting to make a new life in a new home. Until then I will enjoy the place I where I live now, and get ready to pack it all up and start anew.