Have you ever been in a place where you wanted something so bad only to later find out that someone else came from right behind and ripped it away from you all because you were 2 seconds too late? For some, it could be the last item of its kind on a grocery store shelf (think thanksgiving turkeys). For others, it could have been the very last copy of a limited edition of a particular CD that they've been saving up for. Or my worst nightmare- the very last pair of the shoes I'd eyed for too long- SHRIEK!! Heck, for some it could have been a boy that they've been crushing oh-so-badly over.
For me, it was a house. Yeap, you read it right- A HOUSE.
My parents and I were on a house hunt when we came across this beautifully enchanting home that boasted an even more magnificent backyard- decks and all. I fell in love with that place as soon as I took my first step into the living room. In all the prior houses that I've lived in with my family, I've never had the chance to look at the property before moving in simply because I was too young to know anything about houses, let alone buying them. So long as Daddy gave me a roof over my head and almost everything I've wanted, I was all good. Now that I'm a little older, I get to have an opinion about where we live. Yay!
So, when I walked into that place, it felt right. I can't describe how right felt. it just did. Plus, for once in a really long time, all of us agreed on the same thing. When you walk into a house that's that good and you start making plans about what your room's gonna look like and see yourself lying flat on the deck at night just staring into a blanket of stars in the sky, you just KNOW how right it feels. And know I certainly did.
To cut the long story short, several hours into the baby steps of purchasing that property, some guy came and ripped it away from underneath offering instant cash and so he obviously got the place in the end. Just like that. Just because he had the cash. It wasn't even the case of "I saw it first". He came, He saw, He paid. That's all there was to it. Just. Like. That.
But the funny thing is that I was the least disappointed (among my parents and sister). Why? Just for the view of the backyard, I was willing to compromise all the other little "deficiencies" of the house- like the fact that what was suppose to become my bedroom should we have bought it, wasn't what I'd had in mind and one other thing I can't mention.
I guess the disappointment wasn't far too much because those little "deficiencies" came into play, but I was bummed nonetheless.
God, You better have a better house waiting!
I hope when it's time for me to leave my father's house, I'll be able to buy a house in cash.
I wish!!! I'd have to be a millionire to do that. But It was nice, for a second, wish that I could, in streak of abounding blessing, be a millionaire.
Oh well, better losing a house that way than the man of my dreams- where ever he may be!
For me, it was a house. Yeap, you read it right- A HOUSE.
My parents and I were on a house hunt when we came across this beautifully enchanting home that boasted an even more magnificent backyard- decks and all. I fell in love with that place as soon as I took my first step into the living room. In all the prior houses that I've lived in with my family, I've never had the chance to look at the property before moving in simply because I was too young to know anything about houses, let alone buying them. So long as Daddy gave me a roof over my head and almost everything I've wanted, I was all good. Now that I'm a little older, I get to have an opinion about where we live. Yay!
So, when I walked into that place, it felt right. I can't describe how right felt. it just did. Plus, for once in a really long time, all of us agreed on the same thing. When you walk into a house that's that good and you start making plans about what your room's gonna look like and see yourself lying flat on the deck at night just staring into a blanket of stars in the sky, you just KNOW how right it feels. And know I certainly did.
To cut the long story short, several hours into the baby steps of purchasing that property, some guy came and ripped it away from underneath offering instant cash and so he obviously got the place in the end. Just like that. Just because he had the cash. It wasn't even the case of "I saw it first". He came, He saw, He paid. That's all there was to it. Just. Like. That.
But the funny thing is that I was the least disappointed (among my parents and sister). Why? Just for the view of the backyard, I was willing to compromise all the other little "deficiencies" of the house- like the fact that what was suppose to become my bedroom should we have bought it, wasn't what I'd had in mind and one other thing I can't mention.
I guess the disappointment wasn't far too much because those little "deficiencies" came into play, but I was bummed nonetheless.
God, You better have a better house waiting!
I hope when it's time for me to leave my father's house, I'll be able to buy a house in cash.
I wish!!! I'd have to be a millionire to do that. But It was nice, for a second, wish that I could, in streak of abounding blessing, be a millionaire.
Oh well, better losing a house that way than the man of my dreams- where ever he may be!
