We looked at houses today.

We felt like we needed to start. Not sure if we are ready or not though.

Wait, scratch that. Not sure if we are confident enough yet.

Confident that we can make it . . . you know?

We love it here. We want to stay. We see ourselves here, permanently.

But. . .

we still feel like we are building a life.

So, are we ready to carry a mortgage, while we have so much work to be done on the foundation?

It’s a battle in my brain. Constantly.

Fighting my urge to settle down, plant things. Be permanent.

But also being so very aware of the stress that a tight budget causes us.

We looked at houses. And none of them were right.

I keep telling hubby that I think we will know the right house, at the right time, but secretly I am pleading for the right house and the right time to be soon.

I have noticed that pleading never works.

So for now, we will continue being happy where we are  .  . . (and I will keep my fingers crossed)