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Trying To Nest

As a first time home-buyer in America, I can't but think "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times;" for home-buying. There is so much information and misinformation wherever I look that I wish at times, I could shut out all sources and just trust my own instincts. On the one hand, there is a buyer's market - the prices have not been this good in decades, on the other the best deals coming out of the market condition are not exactly what we have in mind for a home. 
It does not help that DB and I are still working out what the "ideal" home for our family would be. We have been going through the motions the last few months - finding a place we like online, contacting the realtor for a showing, coming home confused about how far reality is from what we had imagined something to be based on pictures and videos of the house. Then there is the talking and being shown around, being handed colorful brochure ware on those who would entice us to buy balanced by the many cautionary tales of those who have.
Some days, the urge to nest in the suburbia does not feel nearly strong enough to fight the FUD that lies on the way to home buying.
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Anonymous said…
I think there is never a right way about this. It's a good balance between trusting reliable sources and instincts. Overall, I think buying a home and settling down is a wonderful experience, in-spite of all the difficulties. Congrats and best luck to you guys.

I have another question, would really appreciate if you could throw some insight. I have been reading your blog for quite a while and have realised that you moved from a technical role to a business analyst role ?

I am currently in a tech role and am seriously considering a switch. Just want to know what your opinion would be based on your personal experiences.

Thanks in advance,
- V
4:13 AM
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