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anotheranonI've been trying to stay unemotional about the whole house buying process, and while I've convinced my forebrain, my nervous system isn't on board yet.
Yesterday we made our first house tours with the realtor. We're finding that in order to find something we like but stay in our price range, we're having to look a little further from the town center than we'd hoped.
Which isn't awful, as we told the agent we wanted to stay close to major roads and metro stops, and her selections do that, but there's still something about inner residential roads that pinches like a cross between claustrophobia and cabin fever.
I know where this is coming from: my teenage years in the exurbs with no nearby parks, shops, or public space of any kind, no sidewalks, and no car has left me determined to never live anywhere that makes me feel so isolated and helpless EVER EVER AGAIN.
I know it's illogical. I have a car so my childhood hinderance is moot. I have been a bit spoiled by living the past 10+ years within walking distance of a grocery store and a bus stop. But I still get tetchy if I can't see sidewalks and at least a 7-Eleven.
D. and I have both agreed we don't want to move to East Jesus for a McMansion-style "dream house", but I'm surprised at how short a distance it takes to trigger all my old anxieties.
Yesterday we made our first house tours with the realtor. We're finding that in order to find something we like but stay in our price range, we're having to look a little further from the town center than we'd hoped.
Which isn't awful, as we told the agent we wanted to stay close to major roads and metro stops, and her selections do that, but there's still something about inner residential roads that pinches like a cross between claustrophobia and cabin fever.
I know where this is coming from: my teenage years in the exurbs with no nearby parks, shops, or public space of any kind, no sidewalks, and no car has left me determined to never live anywhere that makes me feel so isolated and helpless EVER EVER AGAIN.
I know it's illogical. I have a car so my childhood hinderance is moot. I have been a bit spoiled by living the past 10+ years within walking distance of a grocery store and a bus stop. But I still get tetchy if I can't see sidewalks and at least a 7-Eleven.
D. and I have both agreed we don't want to move to East Jesus for a McMansion-style "dream house", but I'm surprised at how short a distance it takes to trigger all my old anxieties.
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Date: 2012-06-12 10:46 pm (UTC)