Friday, May 10, 2013

Home Is Where the Heart Is..

I feel it's high time I moved out of my parent's house. Don't get me wrong, there is no conflict here. My parents and I get along very well and I am financially and emotionally independent. But alas, I'm getting pathetically old to be living at home still, and I am not going to feel like I'm moving forward with my life until I physically move on. 

However, I know nothing about any of this. Where do I even begin to find a place? I'm not too picky with locale. Do I rent or buy? If so, what? A house, a condo, an apartment, a co-op, a townhouse? I barely know the differences amoung those. And the idea of buying something and being locked down like that is scary. I've never been one for taking risks - it's why I'm still at home and working at my high school job (while my siblings are strewn across the states, buying homes, being entrepreneurs, and having babies) - or making big decisions (getting engaged is one of my most decisive acts, and I still managed to knock that one off-course). It all comes down to the lackadaisical attitude I have - an apathetic (perhaps easy-going?), unmotivated, scared personality that stems from the fear of failure. I was often successful growing up, especially in school, but that fostered an aversion to trying anything at which I might fail. And so I digress, as I always do in my blogs. Back on track!

So I have begun my journey into home-shopping. I think I'd like to buy a place. It seems more financially smart (why pay rent when you could be paying off something you'll one day own), I like the idea (and I know this is depending on the type of home I buy) of being able to customize it, and it seems more secure than living lease-to-lease. Buying would make it easier to make it a home, not just an abode.

But where? I love to walk and would like to live somewhere that would decrease my reliance on a car. That usually raises the price tag, though, especially in the metropolitan areas at which I've been looking. This is where my search hits a wall. I need to pick a few ideal areas before I can hunt down a home. 

To be continued.

The Start of Something ... Productive?

Welcome to my umpteenth attempt at a blog/journal. The age of technology has allowed me to collect web-journals to add to my collection of looseleaf-based rants and pathetically angst-y insights. At least I'm going green, eh?

I have no specific goal for this blog - it's chaos right now, to go along with the state of my mind. It is actually a sort of life-crises creation - I am approaching my 10-year workiversary at a job I never expected to be at more than a year, my college degrees are fearful of becoming obsolete, I'm going through typical female anxiety issues on the marriage/baby front, and I'm setting a get-fit-and-healthy goal for hopefully the final (and successful) time. Perhaps this blog will help me organize my thoughts, feelings, and goals; maybe it will even keep me on track. And writing will make my English degree feel useful and prevent my mind and vocabulary level from deteriorating. I will attempt to chronicle my adventures in fitness, cooking, travel, and house-hunting - all most likely done at the wee hours of the morning. 

So join me on this undoubtably mundane journey and feel free to comment or share any tips.