Hey everyone! This is the final chapter in my “Two Broke Millenials Go House Hunting” series. (Read Part One & Part Two). After almost one month of house hunting (a.k.a the most stressful experience of my life), I have some exciting news. We did it. We bought a house!
It feels really weird to me that less than three months ago, I wrote this post. If you don’t feel like reading it, here’s the TL;DR. I was feeling pretty down about not owning a house and living with my parents as a married couple. “Freedom” felt completely out of reach. There was no light at the end of the tunnel. In my mind, we wouldn’t even be able to start looking for a home until the fall or even next winter.
But now, it’s over. No more potential bidding wars or panic attacks about finding that ‘perfect’ home. No more driving an hour away every weekend to look at houses in our future city. No more debating price vs neighbourhood vs wants vs needs. These two broke millennials are done house hunting.
Before I go on, I just want to make something clear. I have, and I know many others too, have fallen victim to the comparison game. Everyone has social media and multiple outlets to showcase their best moments.
You see the beautiful wedding ceremony, but not the huge fight that happens the very next day. You see the cute, smiling baby, but not the 12+ hours of pain your Facebook friend had to push through to get that baby. You see the adorable new puppy, but not the scratches, bite marks, and “puppy blues” that your favourite Instagram model went through. You see that blogger and her husband buying a house, but not the fact that we had help. A lot of it.
Without my parent’s help, we would not have been able to afford this house. Or any house for that matter. Not for a while, at least.
Ever since I got married, I have been comparing myself to other couples. It is a horrible habit, and I am actively trying to stop, but it happens.
I would look at other couples who bought their first house and only see the fact that, hey, they bought a beautiful house! I didn’t get to see the heartache of lost bidding wars, the tears as the market got crazier and crazier, and the possibility that maybe they didn’t do it all on their own.
And I don’t want anyone to do that with me.
We are not some magical power couple, only out of school for a year and a half, who were able to save and buy that perfect house in that perfect neighbourhood. Not that there’s anything wrong with people who can do that, of course! That is amazing if you can. But that wasn’t the case for us, and I don’t want to give you the ‘filtered’ version of our lives.
We had help. And we bought a small starter home that needs a lot of work. The first few months of owning our home will be filled with renovations, lots of paint, and even more patience. Even though it has that big backyard I dreamed of, it is currently not usable in its current state. It will take a lot of work before I get to play with Max back there.
But that’s okay. We had (mostly) realistic expectations going into this. Instead of feeling sad that our new home is not “perfect,” I’m excited about all of the possibilities. I’m excited about our first renovation projects (which I will be documenting here!) I’m excited to start this new stage of life, and I’m excited about this new adventure.