I didn’t think these were unreasonable requirements. I just wanted a clean place that I could be healthy and happy in.
I was kind of excited about house hunting at first. I thought it would be fun to choose where to live. But then I started, and realized that most of the options out there were nothing like what I was looking for.
After House #15, I was getting really stressed. I started re-evaluating my priorities. I would definitely have to give up the cat, and also probably the woods, the porch, and the fireplace. I did find one house I could imagine myself living in, but the location was no good – 20 minutes away. If I wanted to be closer, I’d have to give up some of my other Must Haves. As the end of my trip approached, compromise appeared inevitable.
But then, the night before the last day of house hunting, we found it: The Ski Chalet.
Walking distance from Southern.
Tons of kitchen counter space.
The cheapest rent I found.
And a fireplace, a huge porch, in the middle of the woods.
There were even cool things I didn’t know I wanted, like a spiral staircase.
And I can have a CAT!
Why was I so worried about finding the right house? I should have known God already had it picked out for me.