House Hunting Commitment Phobe – The Sequel

Part V–I think, I’m starting to lose track–of an interminable series.


I did it. I made an offer on a house. Again. And again, I battle the nerve-wracking indecision that comes with making such a huge commitment. Added to this burden is the fact that I am still receiving notifications from the auto-generator set up by my realtor. It’s as if the agency wants me to second guess my decision: “Here’s a house nearby that doesn’t have a creepy basement vibe and is $10,000 less than the house you just offered on.”

I am trying to think about this rationally. “You made a decision, you can stop looking now. Really. Stop. Looking. Now!” The problem is, this is one of the biggest decisions of a person’s life. How do you know when you’ve found

You would not believe how many pictures I had to look at to find one that conveyed the poignancy  of my message. Pages and pages and pages worth. Thank you Farconville of You earned your kibble with this one.
You would not believe how many pictures I had to look at to find one that conveyed the poignancy of my message. Pages and pages and pages worth. Thank you Farconville of You earned your kibble with this one.

‘the one’? I have tried to imagine a similar scenario happening after saying ‘Yes’ to a marriage proposal. You, all excited, shove your hand into the face of your envious circle of single friends, boasting and nearly cutting them with your massive rock: “Look, he went to Jared’s!”* Your friends, pasting overly bright smiles on their lying lips, respond: “Oh, wow. That’s just…great. We’re so happy for you…” A moment of shifty silence goes by. The girl with the slight overbite raises her hand and says, “But look at that guy over there!” Said ‘friend’ points out the handsome hunk across the room. “He’s single, employed, has no mommy issues, and is eyeing you like prime rib.” Then girl turns back, tips head to shoulder and says, “Gee, it’s too bad you can’t date him now that you are engaged. I guess I’ll go over and console him.” You grind your teeth as she flounces away.

I have a history of, let’s just say, buying something on impulse and regretting it a nanosecond after I get it home. The thing is, with most purchases, you can sheepishly slink your way back into the store with a receipt and get your money back. I think this habit has ill-prepared me for buying a house. I know, I know, I still have the inspection to go through. (And we all remember how well the last inspection went, don’t we?)  Maybe the guy will discover a massive problem with the roof, or explain how the water stains in the garage are terminal? Maybe I’ll get hit by a meteor and I can stop worrying about all of this.

So what’s a frazzled girl to do? I’ll tell you, I’m staging my own intervention. I will look myself in the mirror and say, “Kiri, we need to talk. You have a problem. And I’ll be there with you as we figure out how to deal with this.” Maybe I’ll enter house rehab; it will be like a 12-step program but involving less steps. There will be one to be exact. I will tell the realtor to stop the notifications—I want to get off the house hunting merry-go-round. I will do exactly that…just as soon as this house passes inspection…which is set for Friday the 13th. I’ve got a good feeling about this.

*Asterisk Bedazzled Footnotes:

*This joke will only be understood if you live in West Michigan. My apologies to the rest of the world. However, I have wondered why Jared’s Jewelers hasn’t paired up with Jared from Subway sandwich fame to make a cross-over commercial:


Two women sitting in a picturesque setting—probably surrounded by flowers and sh*t.

Woman one: “So, how’re things with Jared?”

Woman two: (holding out foot-long sub and flashing a diamond ring): “He went to Jared’s…and then afterward, we went to Subway.”**

**Note to clueless men, this is NOT a suggestion for Valentine’s Day. You would definitely not go to Subway to celebrate. You go to Subway to propose!

9 thoughts on “House Hunting Commitment Phobe – The Sequel

  1. Hate to tell you this, but buying a house is JUST like getting married. You make the best choice you can out of what’s available, and then you spend the rest of your life fixing it. The good news when it’s a house is, when you decide you want to start the process all over again with a new one, you can usually get your money back. Most of it, anyway. Well, some.

    That said, this little house looks lovely! Nice bit of yard, mature trees, a veranda and big windows. That’s all good!

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  2. Enjoyed. I hope your intervention was successful. I’m sure it was, and Friday the 13th is a great day for an inspection. If there’s anything worth finding, they’ll find it. And I enjoyed the joke, even being a globally imported Floridian.

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