Have you ever found yourself in a situation where something could either be the biggest blessing ever, given to you straight from God above, or the biggest curse/money pit/trap that's ever existed and it's just wrapped up in "blessing wrapping paper?"
Just like any good abusive relationship starts out, this house also, has to be one of the two.
It is so adorable, inexpensive, has a huge backyard, and is right across the street from the elementary school that Aiden would attend. (it does not help matters at all that I've invisioned sipping my coffee from the closed in porch while Eiffel and I wave as we watch him run off to school just as the sun is rising and angelic bursts of light bounce off of his golden hair, roughly 100 thousand times already) There are not many things that I do in true 'lady fashion' these days, but getting all emotional for a house is one of them....It's to the point where I may need to hire imaginary movers just to get my figments relocated. I am in love with this house.
But just like a sour relationship, this house too, has thrown up some red flags. And I find myself making almost, borderline, just barely, too many excuses for it. "Well, maybe it's been on the market so long, and dropped $5,000 bcause it was meant for us!" or "yeah, sure the floors kind of lean, and yeah, we may have to push the sofa back up to the wall once a day, but hey, this house has been here for 50 years! What could possible go wrong now?" or my personal favorite, "Smell? What smell?"
I love this house; Abrahm loves this house, but does God love this house for us, or are we simply lovestruck? We are both in prayer over it, and I personally am praying that if this is a lemon God shows me hands down, in my face, rotten beam hitting me over the head, what is wrong with it, because I know that's what it'll take.
The sad thing is, I don't even really want a house, not like Abrahm does at least. We have a really great apartment and I enjoy the freedom of not being a homeowner, I really, really do. But just like that first black eye followed by a sincere, genuine apology, this house has me hooked....I've never liked "bad boys" but I do sense a propensity towards "bad houses."