Hunting Season

Hunting Season

I’ve been watching a lot of HGTV’s House Hunters recently.  Before I go on, I would like to address the humorously unrealistic premise of this show.  Ever notice how they ALWAYS tour exactly THREE homes, and ALWAYS decide to live in one of them? People – it is never this easy!!  What REALLY happens on House Hunters, I am convinced, is that realtors take the couple through approximately 78 homes over approximately nine months, and then trim it down to the three most interesting ones to make for good TV.  “Now remember to ONLY talk about houses #14, 39 and 51 on camera, folks,” say the sly producers.  “Our viewers can’t know you actually saw more than three homes on the journey to find the perfect one!”

I digress.

What I DO find realistic about House Hunters is the commentary I now find myself repeating verbatim.  Constantly.  Mockingbird style, as Aaron and I tour home after home, if not in person then “virtually,” online (how did people with busy lives house hunt before the internet???).

For example:

 “I love the character, but wish it had more modern finishes.”

 “Love the house, hate the commute” OR “Great commute!  Really tiny/unattractive/old/creepy house”

 “A bidet?  Seriously?”

 And we do not make it easy on our realtor.  Oh no, she is earning that commission with every fiber of her well-connected being.  To illustrate this point, let’s play multiple choice quiz.  Which options have Beth and Aaron seriously considered for their next move:

A)  5 acres on rural Bainbridge Island where we could someday raise goats

B) A postage stamp lot in Madison Park

C) A furnished apartment in the heart of downtown while we wait for the perfect home to hit the market

D) Taking over the oversized (and very nice!) “living room” of our company’s Georgetown office

 Okay, though we haven’t quite gotten so desperate as to truly consider living at Aaron’s work with an 8-month-old (though the blogger in me is drooling over the potential material here…), we have actually (seriously) considered options A-C dependent on the season, time of day, how much sleep, wine, coffee and road rage we’ve had at any given moment.  Option D – it’s only a matter of time. 

 My husband’s family moved around a LOT growing up –  from Washington to Iowa to Southern Oregon back to Washington.  I think he’s pushing 20 homes by now, going on four just since we’ve been together.  His mom has told me that each year when she was packing up the Christmas ornaments, she would find herself wondering where she would be unpacking them the following year.  So as the holiday season officially kicks off today with Halloween, I find myself wondering the same thing.  Where will we be putting up our tree next year?  Heck, where will we be putting it this year?  House hunting is nothing if not wonder-inducing, that’s for sure….

This is our current house:

 

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It’s a good, sweet home.  It’s been a really great place to live and start our family, and we’ve been blessed with the most wonderful neighbors.  But it’s a lease, and the lease is almost up and that means it’s time to buy and time to move on.  Exciting but nerve-wracking.  Bitter but sweet.  Stress-inducing but trust-inducing. 

I’m excited to see where we end up, and thankful for the homes that will always be a part of our story.  I’m a big country music fan, more than anything because the artists are so gifted at telling stories through songs.  There is a song I love recorded by Miranda Lambert called “The House That Built Me.”  It talks about the deep emotional connections we build with the homes we live in.

“You leave home, you move on and you do the best you can.  I got lost in this whole world and forgot who I am….

“If I could walk around I swear I’ll leave.  Won’t take nothing but a memory from the house that built me.”

I love that idea of a longing to return to the home(s) that helped shape us, to hang on to the hope that maybe if we just touch their walls we’ll be reminded a little bit more of the heart of who we are.  I want that for my family – a home we can all grow in and be shaped by, and help shape.  A place we can thrive, build memories, love each other, and be the best that we can be.  I look forward to putting down some roots and being built up in this new home – wherever that may be, however big or small, new or old, near or far.

Now back to the hunt.  🙂