This is not the house.Despite that, we looked at a house yesterday. Actually, we looked at two houses yesterday.
The first one sucked. It was a weird layout, and the bedrooms were separated between floors (which just wouldn't work for us, with the two small ones), and the basement smelled like stale cheese. The backyard was ugly and the real estate agent was smarmy. The "eat-in" kitchen was so not an eat-in kitchen. I left that house feeling good. The house was ugly, I didn't want it, the end.
The second house is on a cul-de-sac, where apparently, twelve other children live. They all play together in the middle, after school. The rooms are all fairly small, but there is an extra bedroom AND a playroom. I walked into one of the bedrooms and thought, "Kee". It just felt like it should be her room. By the time we got down to the basement, I was already arranging my furniture. And the basement has a walkout to the back yard.
Oh, my god, the back yard! It's huge. And behind it, there is a pond, and past that, there's a park, and past that, there's conservation area. (And did I mention it's huge?)
And it's two minutes from my sister's new baby* in one direction, and two minutes from the grade school in the other. And it's near hiking trails, and bike trails, and parks.
Of course, when we left the second house, I was light headed and fighting nausea.
Then there was talk about offers and mortgages and lawyers.
I'm a born worrier. I can worry about things that no one else would even think to worry about; so present me with an opportunity to worry about something big and scary that most normal people worry about? Holy crap-pops.
What if we uproot our kids and they're miserable? What if the commute is too long and we never see Husband? What if I'm miserable? What if the house leaks? What if my Grandma has to move? What if it's haunted? What if we lose all our money? What if the pond attracts hundreds of annoying ducks? What if I can't make new friends? What if ...?
What if someone else buys it?
*She lives there too, but let's be honest, I'm in it for the baby. (Just kidding, Stinkerbell!) (It's all about the baby.)