This has been a rougher week than most.
My best friend Sarah‘s wedding was Saturday (the bridesmaid dress wound up fitting, albeit just barely). It was a lovely event – my friend was gorgeous, the weather was perfect and everything went off without a hitch… until 2 am the following morning when nearly everyone in attendance woke up with a severe case of food poisoning from the catering.
As awful as you can imagine it would be to have food poisoning on top of first trimester morning sickness and have to climb up and down a ladder to get to the bathroom, it doesn’t compare to the bride’s poor mother who passed out, wound up being rushed to the hospital to have her stomach pumped and is currently still in ICU.
Whatever bacteria was in those tacos was NOT messing around.
In addition, our fridge decided to give out while the temperature hovered around 100 degrees which resulted in spoiled food and last minute eating out. Oh, and this morning Noah woke up with a sore throat, runny nose and slight fever.
We’re not in superb shape over here.
So, in light of the absolute disaster the last few days have turned out to be, today I am reminding myself of some of the things we DON’T miss about living in a house.
1. Paying Rent
This is a pretty obvious one and it’s something we keep coming back to again and again. Despite the hard work and inconveniences and even the additional expenses that keep cropping up, we are no longer throwing away over $1200 on rent every single month. Even the additional expenses are, for the most part, going toward things that we will be able to use in the future (solar panels, etc.)
2. Lack of Space
Even though we’ve downsized from over 900 square feet to around 400 we actually wound up with a larger bathroom, which is nice. We no longer have neighbors just yards away on either side of us and a fenced in backyard. We now have an acre and a half to roam around on, plant a garden in and do whatever else we choose with. It is very freeing.
3. A Sense of Complacency
Noah made this point and I have to agree with him. When we were living in our house, no matter what problems we had or things we “wanted” to do, it was so much easier to just… not. As long as we were comfortable, we could have gone on the same way only making tiny little pseudo-strides toward progress for who knows how long? Now we might be uncomfortable, but it’s the kind of discomfort that leads to change.
Another thing I have to remind myself when things get frustrating is that some things would be challenging no matter what our living situation was. Food poisoning is terrible whether you’re living in a mansion or a double-decker bus, I would still have 3 children to parent and a VERY active 14-month to chase around, messes would still be made, keys would get lost and attitudes would need adjusting.
Over and over again we keep coming to the same conclusion: the situation doesn’t matter – it’s our perspective that makes the difference.