We bought this house in 1998 and I’ve always believed it was
just a first home. A starter house. We told ourselves we wouldn’t be here long.
Five years? Maybe seven? Definitely not long. We underbought because we are
both financially cautious. Three bedrooms, two baths, and minimal upgrades. We bought in the dinky little town where I
grew up because we could afford it and because I had a job with the local
school district. Jon was working at Arrowhead
Christian Academy
in Redlands Redlands
Well, it’s 2012 and, almost fourteen years later, we are
still living in our 1300 square foot starter house with an unobstructed view of
mountain and sky.
Last year we invested significant amounts of time and money
looking for our next house. We almost bought a house in a development that we
both liked (walking paths, a pond, cul de sac) but, because of financial
considerations/fears/uncertainties we backed out of escrow. I’m so glad we did.
We liked the house but it was big and it wasn’t really special. And the view
over the back fence? Someone else’s two-story house, towering over the yard and
blotting out the mountains and the sky.
We don’t live in a fancy house. We definitely don’t live in
a big house. We don’t live in a desirable neighborhood or town. And that’s ok.
I am finally accepting who we are and the life we’ve chosen to live and where
we’ve chosen to live it. We are not fancy. We are not big. We’re not very cool.
We’re small town people who want to look out over our back fence and see the
mountain. And the sky.
But I’d love to have a second view someday. Of the ocean….
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