Being an adult is a weird thing. I don’t really feel any different than I did 10 years ago, but yet all these adult scenarios are attacking me. I like to tell myself I’m not one to care what other people think, and for the most part that is true. Especially in the business world, I am not a friend-maker, I simply don’t care if people like me. But in real life, I suppose I do care about competing with others. It’s really not my most attractive quality. The thing that makes me so successful in most areas of life (fitness, business) really comes back to bite me when it comes to major life milestones.
I would really like to buy a home. I am saving A LOT monthly towards a downpayment, in the hope to make this happen sooner. Husband doesn’t have much to spare as he has student loans that need to be taken care of. I need approximately a year and a half to have quite a hefty little downpayment and no debt to speak of- in essence the perfect home buying scenario. Its tough renting (albeit a nice home) when all your friends are buying houses and looking at you like you’re growing a third head for not. I simply refuse to buy a house before I’m debt free and have a sizable downpayment.
But theres this other thing I would like to do this year. That would be, to have a baby. Rather, become pregnant with one, in about May. After I run a marathon I want to start trying. This would be fine, except for the fact that babies are a) expensive and b) prevent you from working for at least a period of time. If I’m not working, I’m not saving money.
Alright, you say, so put off having a baby for a year. Welllll I could do that, but then I’d be QUITE pregnant at the time when one of my best friends is getting married. And no matter what anyone says, most brides don’t generally enjoy having a mammoth pregnant bridesmaid stealing all the picture space. Aside from that, I would like to enjoy her wedding and make it totally about her.
So the dilemma, do it now… buy a house… later. How much later? who knows.. babies come with unexpected expenses, not to mention DAYCARE eating up all my expendable income.
Or, wait. Wait for 2 years. Who knows what will happen in 2 years. Im surely not getting any younger, and I dont even know if everything works ok down there! Husband is just as indecisive as I am, so he’s no help.
I know by writing this I am inviting many comments, advice… this I don’t mind.. but please be kind!
(hey that rhymed)