Friday, June 28, 2013

House hunting sucks

This morning, I'm concentrating on finding a new home, since we will be searching for one next week in Texas.  I'd like to find a few homes to look at before I get to Texas; that way, we can hit the road running.  I guess PCS season is in full swing, because I had a bunch of homes on my list and half of them fell off.

I'm also wanting to find a house that is well below my husband's housing allowance because it's nice having that extra money.  Given that he has to retire next year, we would do well to put that cash to use rather than spend a year in a nicer place that we might not be able to afford once the Army kicks us off the gravy train.

I think we're going to be okay... but moving is a pain in the ass!  I hate house hunting, too; because with every new house we go to, we have to adjust to new neighbors, a new landlord, and all the other new stuff that comes with moving.  I just joined Angie's List, which I hope will help me out with those things...

I won't miss the house we live in now...  It's not been a bad place to live in, but it's kind of a cheaply made house.  The kitchen doesn't have a pantry, which sucks.  I will miss the yard, even though I hate mowing it.  We have lots of trees and privacy and a view of a pond... lots of wildlife comes through here.  I don't really relish the idea of living in a subdivision with a bunch of neighbors and cookie cutter houses.

I'll be glad when this is settled.  I think we'll like San Antonio, though.


  1. Moving has largely been my mom's problem. We've moved six times since I was born. Almost all of the moves have either been related to my dad's job base changing or to finding a location that was commutable for both of my dad's and my mom's work. We started out in the SF Bay area and gradually got closer with each move to the greater Sacramento area.

    The most recent move was largely because of me. i didn't want to attend the university of California campus near our home because of things that had happened there. I fell in love with the area surrounding my residential treatment facility. A very nice University of California campus is located there, but my parents didn't think I was ready to be on my own even in a dorm situation at sixteen.

    My dad's work situation has changed to the point that he can work out of almost any decent-sized hospital as a home base, and he has to travel no matter what. The Los Angeles area would be most logical for my dad, but he hates LA. As it is, we're a ninety-minute or so commute from there -- much closer if he chooses to hop a plane. He still has to travel between here, LA, the SF bay area, the Riverside, CA area,San Diego, the Sacramento area, Memphis , TN, and Rochester MN, in addition to twice-yearly trips to Chicago and New York,and occasionally Boston. In that sense, it wouldn't really matter where we lived.

    With most moves, my biggest contribution was to get rid of a few toys. I would have had to be heavily involved in packing things up in the most recent move except that my appendix ruptured not long before the move, which got me out of most of the work. My dad actually helped this time, as did my brother. My parents also hired more things done than they had in the past simply because they had the means to do so. They personally packaged the things that were the most fragile and about which they cared the most, and hired the rest done. My dad packed most of my things because he's a nice guy and he knew what a mess it would be for me to sort things out if the packing were not done somewhat systematically.

    This move has been more difficult in terms of finding the right grocery store, getting to know neighbors, and that sort of thing. It's a more affluent community than most of those in which we lived, although when we lived on the SF peninsula, close to Stanford, that, too, was a somewhat exclusive neighborhood. A nice meddle-class neighborhood is the easiest place to get to know one's neighbors and to fit in. Here, the neighbors want to subtly check you out before the let you into any circles. My parents joined a country club, which is the sort of thing my mom abhors, just to semi-prove that we actually belonged in the neighborhood. It helps that a few doctors are within a stone's throw from our house.

    The fact that my mom didn't work for a year didn't help matters. That was a built-in way for her to acquire friends and acquaintances. Also, when we were kids, our friends' parents were a natural source of peers for them. That source no longer exists.

    My mom is now employed by the university, which helps. It was first in an adjunct capacity, which didn't do all that much good, as everyone and his or her brother-in-law is an adjunct professor here. Now that she's full-time, there is a bit of prestige involved, although it was not necessarily prestige for which she was looking. She just didn't like it when neighbors deliberately avoided walking down aisles where she was in the grocery store and that sort of thing.

  2. It helped also that my parents had a few close friends in the medical field here, and that their very best friends moved into the area from Florida at about the same time we did, so my mom was never totally without friends here. Still,it is a little snobbier a community than that with which my parents had become accustomed. It wasn't such an issue for my dad, as he had worked in the hospital here before and knew people, but my mom didn't have the same level of connection. I think she's finally feeling settled, though, which makes me feel less guilty since I was a large part of the reason my parents moved here.

    I hope you soon find a satisfactory home and quickly acclimate to your new location.

  3. LOL... I'm pretty used to being alone most of the time, so I have a feeling my issues will be the opposite. I like living in neighborhoods where there aren't many neighbors! San Antonio doesn't seem to have many of those.

    I mainly like not having a lot of neighbors because I have noisy dogs and am a singer. I don't like to bother people and don't like it when they bother me. Oddly enough, I'm not really introverted. We've been spoiled the last few years, though. I have a feeling we're going to be in suburbia.

  4. House hunting is definitely challenging, however, you don’t have to face this process alone. If you have a realtor with you, it sure will makes things a lot easier. You don’t have to find the house by yourself because the realtor will do it for you and even the talking with the sellers, all you have to do is to look into the house. Anyway, how was your search? Have you found a house?
    Genny Stutesman @ Churchill Mortgage

    1. Hi Genny,

      As a matter of fact, we did find a house with the help of a realtor. We were not looking to buy, though. Perhaps next year, it will be time to think about purchasing a home and moving out of the rental we are in.


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