My Couch

“Kevin, you know that olive colored couch that isn’t even comfortable and you hate?”

“Yes.”

“I miss it.”

So went our conversation last night. It suddenly hit me how I miss certain things from my familiar life in Roseville, CA. It’s been a long time now – nearly three months – since I’ve seen my furniture, my toaster, my silverware, my winter shoes, etc. All those things are packed up and sitting in a storage shed in Brownsburg, IN.

We’ve been trying to find a house to buy. We narrowed down the neighborhoods we like. We were pre-qualified for a loan. We’ve looked at specific houses. But we haven’t had a peace about anything.

After thinking through things, because real property here isn’t appreciating, it might be a better financial decision to rent for two years while Kevin is in school rather than sinking our down payment into something we’re not 100% happy with.

So, now, we’re looking at rental houses.

Things have been great here at Kevin’s folks’ house. They’ve made us feel so loved and welcomed. We really appreciate that. We appreciate their generosity of letting us camp-out here while we try to make up our minds.

But, like I said, I miss my stupid, familiar, wonderful couch.