For the past five weeks or so, we’ve been navigating a new path here in Portland, Oregon. I’ve mentioned it here and there, first as a flippant sort of “here goes nothing” over on Twitter (#twoOhomesearch), then again briefly on the blog, and now tonight, it’s official: after long season of preparation and a short flurry of real estate drama, we’re buying a house!
I remember the trepidation of clicking “submit” on those first few purchases in preparation for our trip around the world. One way flights to South America. One way boat tickets across the Atlantic. Tying our finances to our dreams and hoping the deal would fly…
I remember, too, a few shady characters along the way: crusty old toll booth operators and bus terminal ticket sellers, (near-?)drunk drivers and seedy border guards. Times when we put our collective fate in dubious hands and prayed exasperated, trusting prayers that we’d make it on to safer, calmer legs of the journey.
Our home buying process surprisingly brought up a familiar pangs of frustration over communication breakdowns and poor customer service not-too-unlike the grittiest missed-the-mark transactions of Bolivia, Laos, and Macedonia.
But, hey…looking up from the little circumstantial irritations to see the big, wonderful picture: we’re so grateful and excited to soon call a little piece of Portland “ours.”
Today, that same pre-adventure tremble rattled Ted and me again. Pushing pens and making life-shifting commitments, we set our course.
Soon, tomorrow after tomorrow after tomorrow of settling in, making a home, and returning the favor: opening our doors to the world.
Over the years of connecting with rooted friends at home and wanderlust spirits on the road (and wearing both shoes, so-to-speak), I can see that there’s no one size fits all approach to housing. Where are you at with it? Does committing to your own spot sound wonderful, or would you rather sell your place or ditch your lease to roam?