I still can’t believe how awfully long it took us to get the house back to how it used to be after we moved to an apartment unit downstairs. Almost half a year has passed since then. I can’t decide who is a worse procrastinator, the hubby or me? I’m pregnant, that’s my excuse; he’s working, that’s his excuse. If it hadn’t been for the baby, he wouldn’t be in a rush to clean up now. Or if I hadn’t been pregnant, I would have finished doing everything myself months ago.
Anyways, this ordeal had been a really depressing experience for me at times. For months I felt like I was living in a storage unit. With stuff still in boxes, I was tortured by not knowing where certain things were, not being able to clean the house properly and just the plain sight of clutter everywhere. If you’re even the least bit of the obsessive compulsive person that I am, you’ll understand.
So I thought to myself, the next time that I’m doing this again, moving that is, it would have to be to a property that we could call our own, where we could stay and not move again. Ever. But to do that, I would have to help the hubby save up, especially with the way the economy is going these days.
I don’t see that happening anytime soon though, we’d be focusing on the baby for now, of course. But it’s not too early to equip myself with valuable information about mortgages, refinancing and building a good credit score so when the time comes, I’ll be ready, if not financially, knowledge-wise at least.
