Today was a great day. I slept in - which I don't usually do - and so I felt pretty well rested this morning. E and I have been staining his deck so I started the second coat and filling in the gaps between the boards (to make it look uniform...I'm kind of anal about some things). I worked for about 90 minutes and then took a little break.
E had to go to work so K and I took Nika on a shopping excursion (Target and Home Depot - essentials in life). We had a lot of fun and I enjoyed the break. When we got home I started on the rest of the deck and finishing up the parts I missed. It was a lot of work but really satisfying.
I love work projects like this. You can step back and see all the accomplishments you've made and feel great about the work you've done. We should have taken pictures - before and after - of the deck, but we totally forgot. Trust me. The work we did was amazing!
It's things like this that make me really want to buy a house. I mean, JB's doing it so why aren't I? The more time I spend with K&E here at their house the more I really want my own place.
Don't get me wrong. I love that I don't have any responsibility. I don't have to mow or shovel snow or deal with problems in my house. But...I kind of want to. I love mowing. Shoveling can be fun. And I'd like to know more about how the house and things in it work.
But I'm not sure I want to do this alone. As I sat in their porch swing looking at the flowerbed which I was going to stain either brown or green, I realized that I'd really hate having to make decisions about the house on my own. Granted I could do whatever I wanted to the house without having to worry about whatever people think - but it's really nice to be able to bounce ideas off of someone else. And if I bought a house I'd be the sole decider. I'm not sure I'm ready for that.
But the market is so good right now for buying and it seems stupid not to step up, grow up and take it on. AES kept saying the other weekend how houses are a lot of work. True enough, but what else do I have to do with my life? It's not like I'm dating anyone. It's not like I have a lot of friends around. (Yes, Sarah and Eric are around, but they'll be moving back soon; Theresa lives an hour away and everyone else are states away!).
Am I ready? Do I want to start shopping for a house? Do I want to take that on?
There are a lot of pros to this: my own place, (hopefully) bigger kitchen, I could entertain easier, places for friends to stay, equity, more storage, easier to recycle since I could set it up better than trying to shove it in my closet, and others. The cons: living alone, higher monthly costs (including utilities which right now I don't pay), I have no one to turn to if something breaks, I'd have to get up earlier to shovel in the AM, and others.
I don't know. It's a lot to think about and I just need to sleep. Maybe the voices in my head will come to an agreement sometime soon.