Today I am thankful for relaxing nights with my husband. Last night we ate tacos, drank some coronas and watched television. Seemingly low-key but very good for the heart. It’s nights like those that get me through hectic work weeks.
I’ve been day dreaming about owning a house.
Is this seriously happening after only 5 months of living in the apartment of my dreams?
I feel like I’m cheating on our little home. Which frustrates me because John and I looked so long to find it, and we genuinely love living here. The big, retro-vibe kitchen, the hardwood floors, my walk-in closet… it’s a renters dream space. But the budding housewife in me can’t help but sometimes wish for more.
We keep hearing, “it’s a buyers market” and “now’s the time for you guys to do it,” and we know all that. But it’s just not the right time for us.
I don’t want to wish away this time. We’re newlyweds with no real “life commitments.” Sure, we both have demanding careers, but we have no children to raise, animals to care for, lawns to mow. We can travel the world on a whim. That’s what we need right now.
I struggle with living in the moment. Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve always been looking to what’s next. My parents always talk about how as a little girl I was never content with what I was doing at that moment. From the other, bigger, better rollercoaster at the theme park or the next vacation we go on, I struggled with being grateful for what I had at that exact moment.
I’m working on it.
I’m a do-er, a dreamer and a planner. I struggle to just let things be. That being said, I am trying.
So, I’m sorry little apartment. I hope you know how much I love you and how much I cherish the memories we are making.
If you need to blame someone, blame Pinterest for throwing pictures of houses like this in my face.