You know that moment in time when you see something special and you really want it??? I mean REALLY want it. And, as a consequence, you would be willing to do what needs to be done to get it. That was me for the last two weeks. Let me explain.
My husband and I love looking at houses. We like to look at the different layouts, the yards, and the character of the house, both inside and out. I like to locate the perfect spot for the couch, and the Christmas tree. My husband likes to find the perfect place for all his movies and ‘man’ stuff. Every once in a while we find a house that suits both of us and we fall in love with it.
Three weeks ago, it happened. I had been looking at this house for a while. But the house only had two bedrooms and that was putting me off. Then one day, I decided to go take a look at it — both inside and outside –and the inevitable happened. I fell in love with it.
It didn’t take long for me to determine that this house was unique. It was thirty seconds to the beach. It had charm. It had two full bathrooms. It had a two car garage, and a paved driveway, and a swimming pool. It was perfect! With one exception. The house still had that pesky two bedroom problem. In my haste, I envisioned that the basement could easily be renovated to accommodate another bedroom. The price was a bit high but again, in my mind, that’s why one learns the art of negotiation. But in order to even think about buying that house, we would have to sell ours. That meant a total top to bottom house cleaning. Cleaning out closets, cupboards and yes, even the basement.
I’m pretty sure my little family hates to throw away anything so I already knew this wasn’t going to be a small job. In fact, it took me nine days to complete. Again, nine very full days. We filled a dumpster with junk that no one needed. We filled my SUV, a minivan and a trailer with household goods that other people could use. And, I knew with a few tweaks here and there, we could possibly sell this house and get that other house. It was just a matter of details and a bit of paint. I was pretty excited.
I drove by that house and saw the price had dropped. I rushed home and looked it up, and the price was exactly right for our family. So, we called the agent to do one last walk through to be sure … only to be told that the house was sold. The day after they dropped the price, someone else scooped it up. I was heartbroken. I know that seems a bit dramatic … lol … but I was. I felt like I gave up my vacation (the kind of vacation that is sunny, gorgeous and warm every single day) for nothing. I felt like life had let me down once again. All my hard work was for nothing. And, it wasn’t like anyone would see what I had accomplished, because who visits so they can look in cupboards and closets and our basement.
And then, I realized I was being a brat. Acting like a child who had my favourite stuffed toy taken away. I was throwing the adult version of a temper tantrum…..lol….and I didn’t like it. Why? Because I already have a beautiful home. I fell in love with this place the moment I walked in. I’ve spent five years making this house OUR home. I’ve put hours into painting and rearranging, hanging pictures, planting trees, making memories … and now I can also say it has clean closets, a practically empty basement, and sorted cupboards.
I’m probably going to keep looking at houses but never again will I forget what I’ve already been blessed with. Because this home is already full of love. This house already has the perfect spot for my couch and Christmas tree. And my pets, including a bunch of cats know how to deal with any mice that find their way inside 😉 Maybe one day, we will add on a garage, an extra bathroom, an extra bedroom and maybe if I’m lucky a swimming pool … maybe. But in the interim, this experience has taught me how to be thankful, and to not always want, but to be glad for the very things I do have in life.
“Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning…” (James 1:17)