Sounds more fun than it actually is.
In reality, house hunting is stressful. It’s a lot of money to spend. It’s a big investment and because you’re spending all that money you want it to be the perfect house with the perfect yard in the perfect neighborhood in the right area of town (or not if that’s your preference).
I’m learning all this now. There’s something about going into a totally empty house and trying to imagine it filled with your own belongings while a realtor follows you around blathering on about all the pros of the property. When really, all you want is to be left alone to walk around, look at everything and talk about it with the people who came with you — not the person trying to sell the house to you.
I guess you can call it exciting. But it’s also a little sad to leave the place you’re in. It’s filled with your essence, your memories. For me, it’s my parents leaving the house that I grew up in. My whole life is in that one house and it’s going to be left behind and someone else is going to live there and make memories and change it. It’s the definition of bittersweet.
But the truth is, I’m grateful. I’m grateful that they have the opportunity to move someplace that they really love and is something they really want. I’m blessed to have them as role models in my life because they’re pretty good ones.
Besides all of that, it’s actually getting me out of the house once a week to go to the open houses on Sundays. So that’s always good. But even then, I’m hiding behind a camera. The world seems different through a lens, safer almost. It’s like watching it all on TV instead of living it. Circumspect. Circumspect is a good word for the way I feel about it.