I only stepped foot inside the front door for a moment…
I was just dropping a child off for a birthday party…
That’s all it took for me to be infected with a serious case of house envy.
We have a nice house, a great house in fact. Okay, so it’s a half renovated house, and none of my dining chairs match, and several of my curtains are just sheets nailed to the window frames, but it’s our house, and I love it.
I do love our house, but…
Every now and then, when I get to peak into a beautiful home, a finished home, a home with nice furniture, and paintings on the walls, and something other than weeds in the front garden, or even just a tidy home… I find myself falling head over heels into a deep dark pit of envy.
My rational brain can come up with many many reasons why these ‘perfect homes’ are not something I’d really like to live in… they are not big enough for our family, not my style, too much of this, not enough of that.
My rational brain can come with many many reasons why our home is not quite ‘perfect’ yet… we have four wild and messy children, we don’t have a big budget for fancy house stuff, we are still renovating, and doing it all ourselves, our lives are busy.
My rational brain is right, but it’s not enough to cure me of the envy disease.
I find myself wishing things were different. I find myself wishing the painting was done, or that I could buy that expensive rug, or maybe if I got rid of all the kid’s stuff then at least our house would tidy if not ‘beautiful’… or maybe we should just move.
Then I get mad with myself for not being content with what we have, for not being grateful for how lucky we are, for not appreciating our house and all the hard work and love that has gone into it.
The fever will fade eventually and I’ll fall back in love with our house, in all it’s unfinished imperfect glory, but I’m sure if I’ll ever really git rid of the house envy disease.
Tell me I am not the only one!
Do you get house envy too?
How do you deal with it?