The title of this post could be a summation of my experience in elementary school PE class. I didn’t respond well to social pressure which took how well one hit, kicked, caught, threw or blocked a ball and translated it into eye-rolling, exasperation and yelling. Usually, I buckled under the pressure, went limp and tried to be invisible.
Now, what does this have to do with looking for a home? If you read my “about” section or know me well, you will know that I enjoy a good tangent. However, I AM going to attempt to find a connection between the two experiences.
Yesterday, after looking at dozens of houses online, motoring through 5 open houses and 3 “drive bys” ( not that kind of drive by, I am not that fed up with house hunting…yet), my sweet, sane husband and I were talking about what we had seen and I realized that I had dragged the poor fellow down the rabbit hole with me and he started sounding a lot like me. “You know that one with the kitchen?” “You mean the one that the price dropped drastically?” ” Yes, well, I am not sure, you mean the one we drove by near the school?” “Wait, which one?” It was a lot of noise and very little communication.
I have an exceptional ability to remember and visualize things, including houses, with great detail. As the conversation spiraled into a frenzy of confusion, I could barely visualize and describe the room I was standing in. All of the information, all the houses started to merge. I felt ineffectual, lost and like I didn’t want to play anymore. Ah,there it is… I felt like I was standing in the middle of a dodgeball game and hoping no one could see me or someone would take me out gently.
We did manage to figure out what we were each talking about, I think. And my head started to clear again. To further the analogy, I have been feeling like we have been having a string of missed opportunities. A short list:
1. A house shows up in a neighborhood that we love that almost never has houses in our price range exactly when I took a break from looking.
2. We schedule to see a house with our realtor at 2 pm on Saturday, it had a contract on it at 12 noon that day.
3. We walk into our 5th open house, I think to myself, ” wow, I really like this one.” Thirty seconds later the realtor says, ” I just got word that a contract was ratified on this house.”
This list is not a pity party, just an observation we have had these brushes with possibilities that slipped away suddenly. For some reason, this actually makes me optimistic, like we are getting closer to the one where we make our move and it comes together.
Also,I am happy to report that I overcame many of my emotional scars from PE class and much to the surprise of many, I even went on to teach elementary school PE for a couple of years. So, I am thinking that I may still have a fighting chance in the sport of house hunting.