Monday, July 24, 2017

Life, lately.

Happy Monday, friends!

I woke up ready to tackle the day. I had some unpacking to do & had to meet the movers to pick up our storage container.

[Side note: 1-800-packrat is the way to go, y'all. If you're in between homes and need to store your stuff away for a bit, I 100% recommend using them. They were the cheapest option, super friendly customer service, and it's a total breeze! They drop off the container at your house/apartment/buisness/etc. and you can keep it for whatever length of time you need it for. Then, once it's packed with all of your stuff, you schedule a pick-up and they will store it at their facility [or a location of your choice]. This was a pretty stress-free move thanks to them.]

Anyway, although this is my last week of summer break, I'm excited for the rest of the year. Summer and fall tie for first place when it comes to my favorite season. Summer means relaxation, vacation, wearing bathing suits and tank tops, minimal makeup, and sleeping in. But fall means back-to-school [and I really do miss my kiddos], a normal routine, my birthday, John's birthday, holidays, and cooler weather. They both equally bring a smile to my face.

I also have a lot to look forward to in terms of life. It's funny, a few years ago when everything was at rock bottom, I prayed every single day [often multiple times a day] for peace. Luckily, I had a great job in Atlanta which allowed me to stay put for a year, solo. In that time, I focused on myself ten fold. I prayed for a job where I felt that I was making a difference and not just working for someone else's success [read: corporate America]. I prayed to live where my heart was the happiest. I prayed for financial security when I decided to move out of Atlanta. I prayed for my health and the health of everyone I love. I prayed to buy a home. I prayed to have children one day, in whatever capacity that is. I prayed for help in loving myself. And after all of that, I prayed for a man who chose me every single day. A man who loved me without condition. A man who encouraged me to chase my dreams, while still chasing his own. A man who came from a family just like my own- welcoming me without reservation. A man who wanted to travel the world. A man who wanted to start a family and create a life together. I prayed for a man, who when I met him, I knew immediately he was who God had in store for me. 

Enter John. 
I knew after our first date that he was my person. No matter where life takes us, as long as he is by my side, I will be happy. 


But...

 COMPARISON IS THE THEIF OF JOY

I have a job that I truly love. I live within minutes of my favorite people in the world. I'm sharing this life with the man of my dreams. My loved ones and I are healthy. But every once in a while, I compare myself and my life to those around me and I feel a pang of jealousy. Today is one of those days.

We are house hunting. The first month it was fun. We got pre-approved for a mortgage, we started looking at homes online, we went to a couple open houses, we scheduled appointments with our realtor. This was really happening! Then we lost house after house. I cried in Publix. I cried at dinner. Bless John's heart. Thank goodness he is so laid back, because he brings me right back to where I need to be. I'm just tired of being out-bid. I'm tired of houses needing too much work. I'm tired of houses being under contract before we even get to see them. 

Then I go on social media and see that this person, and this person, and this person are buying a home. Oh, and this person just found out they are pregnant. Again. And this person is traveling somewhere I've always wanted to visit. Y'all. The internet is dirty. It can make you a negative, nasty person. It can pull all of your joy away in seconds.

So I'm here to keep it real for a hot minute.

I had to run to Nordstrom today to return a pair of sunglasses that I had ordered online. Sunglasses, that I saw on a blogger and just HAD TO HAVE [insert eye roll emoji here], yet they looked goofy as all get out on my face. But that's besides the point. I returned the sunglasses and decided to look around since it's their Anniversary Sale. I went straight to the home goods section. Ok, not straight there. I stopped in the makeup area and bought this lipstick set. But that's neither here nor there.
 I made my way over to the home good section. We had put an offer on a house yesterday [the first house that John and I both fell in love immediately - there was no weighing pros and cons. We literally walked out to our car and sent in the offer]. I had this feeling in my gut that it was the one. We offered above the listing price, which was the first time we've ever done that. I just had the highest hope that THIS was our house.
So piece that excitement with shopping, and I was quickly imagining all sorts of goodies in our new home. I found this blanket and immediately imagine snuggled up on our couch in the living room watching Game of Thrones with John. Or draping it over a rocking chair in a baby's nursery. Or laying it off the corner of our guest room's bed. Am I crazy? Please tell me I'm not the only one who does this stuff. Anyway, I bought it and walked out of the store without looking back.

Then 30 seconds later my realtor called while I was getting in the car.
 "Hey Lauren, we didn't get the house. Someone put in a higher offer."
Thanks for bringing me back to reality, Susan.

You guys. I cried all the way home to Publix, which was a good 25 minute drive. WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING TO US?! I told my parents. I told John. Then I wiped my eyes, put my big girl pants on and went grocery shopping.

I remembered the time I prayed for everything I have right now. And although this pushes back the timeline that I have in my head, I know that everything will happen exactly when, and how, it's supposed to. 

Crying over not getting the house that I thought was the one for us is trivial. I know that. There are far worse things in this world. And I have way too much to be thankful for to let a silly house bring me down.


Today's post was supposed to be about our time in Florence. But that post can wait.
 My best advice when you're going through heartbreak of any kind? Stay off of social media and immediately do something for yourself that you love. I stayed off of my favorite blogs all day, avoided Facebook and Instagram for a while, read a little bit of my book, took a nap, and then woke up refreshed & ready to write this blog. Remember, most people only post the good stuff in their life [guilty as charged!] & nobody's life is perfect.

If you stayed through this entire post, kudos to you. You're the bees knees & I appreciate you more than you know!

Now off to realtor.com I go...

xo,

2 comments:

  1. You poor thing, but such wise words of advice. A similar situation happened to us around 18 months ago, we thought we'd found our dream home but it was taken off the market and we were absolutely gutted. No other properties we looked at afterwards could compare to it. But then a few months later we found a house that absolutely knocked it out of the park, it ticked every single box and so many more! We couldn't believe it! Needless to say we became like people possessed and did everything we could to make sure it didn't slip through our fingers, I'm sure we drove our estate agents crazy. We've now been in just over a year and couldn't be happier, it all works out in the end! They say everything happens for a reason and I really believe that's true. Don't give up hope, your perfect home is out there waiting for you to find it! Good luck, Lizzie xx

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    1. Hi Lizzie! I can't tell you how much I appreciate your encouraging words. And it's nice to know I'm not alone in this! haha! I'm so happy to hear that you've found your dream home. I know it's so silly to be upset over not getting a house, so I'm hanging on to the hope that we'll find something just like you guys did! :) xo!

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