This week we closed on a lot. It’s a good lot in an established subdivision with a park, and nice family homes, and lots of kids running around. It’s close to work, and right next door to our very good friends. It backs out onto a city easement, so we’ll never have neighbors behind us. It’s across from an empty lot owned by the house up the street, so we’ll likely never have neighbors directly across from us. It looks out on green space and trees, a must have for me, but a difficult find for subdivision lots, particularly as they chew up more empty farm fields to build developments. It was a lucky find when we started talking about building a house, and while I’m excited about it, that excitement is tinged with a hint of exasperation, because I never wanted to build a house in the first place.
My husband is a builder. In fact, when we first met online his screen name was BetterBuilder(and then some series of numbers I can’t remember). He talked longingly about the dream house he wanted to build someday all through our dating and engagement, but at some point that faded out into remodeling the house we have, and eventually buying an older home that he could restore, or just finding our dream house and settling in at some point down the road when the moment, house, and finances seemed right. This was the plan that I’ve been operating under for the entirety of our marriage, but then we came home from Europe this summer and started talking about what the future looked like in earnest, and all of a sudden, there was building a house again.
I thought I was going to make it really tough for him to talk me into building a house. I had very specific wants for a lot. I had very specific wants for a floor plan. I did not want to build a house for the sake of building a house. My husband, ever the patient partner, agreed that we would not build unless we found a lot we agreed on and a house plan I was happy with. Then he set out to find that lot within the week, and encouraged me to start looking at plans seemingly at once! It took about ten days to find a lot we both liked, and I fell in love with the fourth house plan I looked at. Turns out, I was not as hard of a sell as I intended to be, though I was still lukewarm on the idea of actually building.
Then, as is the case with many ideas, I got a spark from Pinterest because, as my husband pointed out, now was the moment that all those cool house ideas I had saved to my Pinterest boards through the years could suddenly become a reality. I thought, at first, I’d be overwhelmed by the amount of decision-making involved in house planning, and it’s still pretty early in the process, so I probably still will be at some point, but it was made significantly easier when I was told I could just pick out the kitchen I liked on Pinterest, and we could make many of the elements happen. True, this is a slippery slope that led me to pick out a front door that was somewhere in an “astronomically high price point that we can’t even consider” range. But many other things are working out just fine this way!
So we’re building a house…a beautiful house that I got to pick out and design and that I should have zero qualms about building. And I don’t really have qualms about building it, except that I never wanted to build one in the first place! But it’s too late to back out now, because the only thing I like less than the idea of building a house, is the idea of owning a lot and not doing anything with it. And besides, it’s hard not to want to live in this house…