The funny thing about parenting is…that life happens.
Things happen that you will eventually learn will shape you. Not that I, myself, can see that right now. I’m still sitting under a cloud of self-pity.
We made the unfortunate decision to pull out of the house we were hoping to buy. Everything was on track. Then reality set in. And the more questions we asked, the more vague the answers were becoming. So we decided to be grown-ups about our decision, and to save a lot of issues in the future (because we all know if it sounds too good to be true, it probably is).
So we are now back to square 1 in a way. Still searching for that perfect house where we can see potential, where we can get back to living as our little family again. Where Paige can have her own big girl room decorated as she wants.
As you can probably tell, this whole thing completely deflated me. The day we decided to pull out was my birthday. It completely undid all the relaxation that I had enjoyed the night before. But that’s life isn’t it.
If estate agents were a lot easier to deal with, it would probably make this whole process so much easier. But alas, life happens and the friendliness that we should be greeted with when viewing a house no longer exists.
We will find our Home. We will find it and love it.
For now however, I will just go weep in the corner that I’m now well on my way to 30 and still don’t have a Home.