Curious, I tore open the enveope like a ravenous fatty expecting to find pie. The contents were disappointing (no pie). Our apartment complex was oh-so-kindly informing us that our rent will be going up $300 buckeroonies should we choose to renew our lease at the end of the year due to a high renter's demand in San Antonio. (I call bologna macaroni.)
Grahm and I had a serious conversation about houses a few months ago. We both want one. Fighting for parking like teeny boppers at a Black Friday sale and restraining our scream singing for the neighbors aren't exactly the cherries on top of our oyster (what?). However, we wanted to do the smart thing. The right thing. We wanted to save more, if we could. We didn't want to settle.
With the news of the rent increase, our decision to stay in the apartment seemed idiotic. We could afford it, sure... but why would we? We've worked too hard this year. We have zippo debt. We've been frugal Phyllises. We've been responsible. This little envelope was just the extra push we needed to decide to buy our first home sooner rather than later.
We're nervous. It's a wee stressful. The holidays are comin' up (my buns are excited to gorge myself in mashed potatoes), and we have to be out of the apartment by the end of December....but we're thrilled. God is good, and He will provide the perfect home for our little family. Let the house hunting begin!