- May 21, 2019
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A little backstory- I have been married for more than five years and have a baby. But for eight years, I've lived in the same tiny apartment. I mean, it's good enough, but it seems to get smaller and smaller every year. All my peers around me have bought or built houses and put down their roots. I'm still in a state of limbo I guess. I'm tired of renting, but credit issues made it so that my husband will keep saying when I ask about where we are with maybe getting our PERMANENT home "oh someday in a few years", yet technically speaking, it could be sooner if he put his mind to it.
About a month ago, I felt like God was saying that it was OK and even necessary to start really planning for this house. If we make a few minor adjustments to things, we can take out or VA home loan in summer 2020. That means, as the lease ends on the condo in the fall, we could be moving into our forever house.
So, I started daydreaming. I created a pinterest board and collected many many photos of beautiful rooms and decks and back yards for inspiration how I could make this thing look once I get it. I started talking to mortgage officers and a realtor. I started looking online at what neighborhoods in the area are best and fit into the price range (which is rather low, but oh well). I even went so far as to start trying to create a registry for a potential housewarming party that will take place in the end of 2020. Don't laugh.
This is all significant because up until a month ago, I wouldn't allow myself to think about the house. It hurt too much because it looked and sounded like it was never going to happen.
Ok so here's the other part to this whole thing, what makes it complicated.
My husband is still going to school. He's worked a little from home and done some odd jobs here and there, but has never settled on his permanent career due to personal issues that have to do with trying the military out in his early 20's, and winding up discharged after only a few years with PTSD. He gets paid, and he gets paid to go to school, and he will get placed in a career, but he's struggled to figure out what he wants.
Well, he finally settled on accounting. It's not glamorous, but it's practical.
He still has one more year of school left. Graduation is set for December 2020.
Now accounting jobs are EVERYWHERE. unlike when you get a degree in say.... fashion or acting....and then you have to go live in Los Angeles if you want a hope for anything to come of it...Accounting will be there for him in every town. Realistically, we could stay in this smallish area and buy our house and I could stay at my bank job and he could find a firm to work for right out of school and we'd be fine.
HOWEVER
He went to a job fair. He talked to recruiters. He already got some calls. He can't work yet, but he's very very attracted to the salary at this one firm....in a town..... 3 or 4 hours south.... where my bank ISNT. If we went there, we'd all have to start over from scratch. goodbye dreams of owning a home.
He's had these notions before, though. When we were younger? He wanted to go to MIT. Until he realized that 1) Boston costs alot of money to live in and 2) stuff freezes in the winter.
Also the VA doesn't pay for that.
Over the years, he's had many ideas and in the end, we wound up staying here.
For another year. and another. and another.
So now I will ask my question.
What should I be asking God for?
Should I ask God for that house, and also a good local job for the husband and trust that he won't uproot us and make it take another 4-5 years before we can quit renting and finally have a place to call "ours"?
Or should I ask for surrender to this notion of starting over in a new strange town, NOT spending next year preparing for my new home, and embrace that at least with renting, I still have my freedom to up and leave and am not tied to a mortgage?
Also, we're in our early 30's. So my "nesting instinct" is getting really really out of control at this point. And I feel quite constrained by my cluttered two bedroom, one bathroom 20 year old cheap apartment with carpet and no permission from the rental company to paint or remodel (or the funds to do so because I can't take out a heloc on a place I don't own).
About a month ago, I felt like God was saying that it was OK and even necessary to start really planning for this house. If we make a few minor adjustments to things, we can take out or VA home loan in summer 2020. That means, as the lease ends on the condo in the fall, we could be moving into our forever house.
So, I started daydreaming. I created a pinterest board and collected many many photos of beautiful rooms and decks and back yards for inspiration how I could make this thing look once I get it. I started talking to mortgage officers and a realtor. I started looking online at what neighborhoods in the area are best and fit into the price range (which is rather low, but oh well). I even went so far as to start trying to create a registry for a potential housewarming party that will take place in the end of 2020. Don't laugh.
This is all significant because up until a month ago, I wouldn't allow myself to think about the house. It hurt too much because it looked and sounded like it was never going to happen.
Ok so here's the other part to this whole thing, what makes it complicated.
My husband is still going to school. He's worked a little from home and done some odd jobs here and there, but has never settled on his permanent career due to personal issues that have to do with trying the military out in his early 20's, and winding up discharged after only a few years with PTSD. He gets paid, and he gets paid to go to school, and he will get placed in a career, but he's struggled to figure out what he wants.
Well, he finally settled on accounting. It's not glamorous, but it's practical.
He still has one more year of school left. Graduation is set for December 2020.
Now accounting jobs are EVERYWHERE. unlike when you get a degree in say.... fashion or acting....and then you have to go live in Los Angeles if you want a hope for anything to come of it...Accounting will be there for him in every town. Realistically, we could stay in this smallish area and buy our house and I could stay at my bank job and he could find a firm to work for right out of school and we'd be fine.
HOWEVER
He went to a job fair. He talked to recruiters. He already got some calls. He can't work yet, but he's very very attracted to the salary at this one firm....in a town..... 3 or 4 hours south.... where my bank ISNT. If we went there, we'd all have to start over from scratch. goodbye dreams of owning a home.
He's had these notions before, though. When we were younger? He wanted to go to MIT. Until he realized that 1) Boston costs alot of money to live in and 2) stuff freezes in the winter.
Also the VA doesn't pay for that.
Over the years, he's had many ideas and in the end, we wound up staying here.
For another year. and another. and another.
So now I will ask my question.
What should I be asking God for?
Should I ask God for that house, and also a good local job for the husband and trust that he won't uproot us and make it take another 4-5 years before we can quit renting and finally have a place to call "ours"?
Or should I ask for surrender to this notion of starting over in a new strange town, NOT spending next year preparing for my new home, and embrace that at least with renting, I still have my freedom to up and leave and am not tied to a mortgage?
Also, we're in our early 30's. So my "nesting instinct" is getting really really out of control at this point. And I feel quite constrained by my cluttered two bedroom, one bathroom 20 year old cheap apartment with carpet and no permission from the rental company to paint or remodel (or the funds to do so because I can't take out a heloc on a place I don't own).