Hi Fam! I hope you’re having a great week so far. Currently, I am waiting on an important phone call, but I decided that it would be better to use my time productively. As some of you might know, I’ve been looking for a house these past few months. The journey has been .. pretty weird so far so I’d like to take you along so we can both enjoy this together.
As a 27-year old, I’ve learned that even though every woman deserves her own castle; it’s not always how life turns out. Back when I was little, I assumed I’d have a job (probably a kid) and a husband and dog who would love me no matter what. The reality, however, dictates, that even though I was close to paying 700 for an apartment essentially the size of a post-stamp, I ended up saying no.
A few weeks later, we came across our first house viewing, and even though we both said “I’ll take it” we knew that this was not the standard we were hoping for. The stairs were dirty, and the tiles in the bathroom were essentially back from when dinosaurs roamed the earth. The roof on the top floor was slanted, and we both mourned the loss of space. My mother and his mother (and a friend of mine) saw potential in the space. Whereas we were like ‘Nah ah’.
In reality, I would have liked a home that essentially looked a lot like this:
This house actually exists, and is based in Vancouver, Canada. If you click on the picture, you’re taken to the site I found it on ;).
What we saw at the viewing, however, was .. kind of terrible. I’ve got pictures to prove it!
I grew up in an apartment, my parents would host parties, and it had the most beautiful stained glass. Personally, I don’t mind living in a small space (if you don’t believe me, my other blog has pictures of my room in South Korea). The apartment wasn’t big, we had a kitchen, a living room, a study room, three bedrooms, and a shower. That was it. But it felt like home.
Ideally speaking, I would like to have a home that had a decent-sized kitchen. A living room that no one can peek into from street level, two or three bedrooms and a pretty bathroom. And possibly space where I can unload my books, and my favorite person can store his items as well. To be honest, I don’t think I am that demanding. I’m also aware that the housing market is not in my favor at this point. I don’t have the type of cash that is currently required to buy or rent a decent-sized house since we are stuck on one income.
For the future, I am honestly excited to have a kitchen of my own. I’m thinking of the food videos I can shoot and the food I can try to make. A few months ago, favorite person and I made cheesy bread. I got the video up on YouTube, and it still amazes me how much closer we got in the process. We had fun, we had dinner and we also bonded in a way that hadn’t been possible in quite some time at that point. (I know that this was supposed to be a house post, but the kitchen is kind of part of the house, right? Right?).
Instead of living in a castle or a post-stamp, I want to find the middle ground. For me, having the space to unwind has become as necessary as breathing. There is no way that I can keep living the way I am doing now. I spend a lot of time away from home, but when I am home I feel pressured to do things I don’t necessarily feel like doing. Do you recognize this feeling?
I hope that this post has made you think about your house, and the houses you’ve lived in. Are you happy where you are currently at? Let me know by sending me a DM or e-mail! For a link to my previous post click here. Have a good week!