Crossroads

Hubby and I had a nice relaxing four day weekend. Not! Okay, maybe it was relaxing for hubby, but I was a woman on multiple missions. The weekend began with Bartle's stitch removal. For some reason, the vet was running late, so though I bolted out of work, sped home, sped to the vet; Bartle and I waited for more than thirty minutes for our appointment. I have to say, he looks rather dashing with his scar and I know he is excited to be out of the cone. The next day was spent at the dealership, where multiple good things happened. Considering I had a horrendous experience the last time I took my car in, i.e. the guy I worked with did not explain the repairs and cost correctly, leading me to a $600 repair that I had budgeted $300 towards, plus he told me they needed to clean my battery, so imagine my shock when I was told they replaced it. Next, I had a nail in my tire from the Florida trip and when the car was returned to me, I was missing part of the rim. This time, I had been quoted a price for my service and I mentioned the rim issue, which the mechanic commented that mine were not standard issues, so they may have to special order it. Imagine my shock when there was no bill and they found the missing piece to my rim. Yay!

I did dedicate some time to completing my SoCal lectures and handouts, so I can wipe my brow at finishing that task. Saturday, hubby and I had an appointment with the realtor, followed by Becky and I going to the movies to see The Hunger Games again. Yes, I teared up a second time and can safely say, I really do think it's a phenomenal movie. Sunday was a horrendous day. I woke up with lots of plans, but by midday, I was wretchedly sick with a migraine, which lasted through the night.

So onto the dilemma ... hubby and I looked at several houses on Saturday, one of which is down the street from Erin. When everything was said and done, hubby once again felt we weren't house people whereas I felt I could see myself living in one of the houses. Yes, it's an older house and would require a bit of TLC, not much mind you, but some, but I could see the potential. Hubby did not see it. I gave him twenty-four hours to mull things over before I asked him to truly think about this house. Based on current asking price, it would be cheaper than our rent. Yes, there are the expenses of up-keep, but our rent increase next year will push us past what is livable for me. I like the space the house affords. I can see myself coming home and relaxing without feeling intruded on by my neighbors. I can see myself entertaining at this house, which is a plus. It is very open and welcoming.

Hubby on the other hand sees the cost and the work only. Mind you, earlier this weekend, he informed me that he could get a newly renovated apartment that includes a washer and dryer set for an extra $100 a month. I told him to go for it. He whined that was another $1200 a year. For those who know how atrocious his current apartment is, you know the price shouldn't matter. His place hasn't been renovated in well over 20+ years and seriously needs an overhaul, so I think it is worth the money, especially as he will feel more comfortable with his decision to stay in Muncie. But for him, it in not worth the cost.

As with the dog, we know every aspect of the house will fall on me, which I can live with at this point, but I need help with the expenses, which to hubby aren't worth it. This creates the dilemma. The rental community in the Fort in very limited. I like the amenities of my complex, but hate the complex and the prices keep increasing. I keep asking him where am I going to live, but he has no answer. My answer is in a house, but can I handle all that responsibility?