Commitment

We are moving to a new apartment soon. Not too far away, just a couple of streets further down our current place. Nonetheless, a full fledged move, involving packers and the aura of madness they reek of; add a child to this and you almost have a movie.

We have lived in this city close to three years now and haven't yet bought our own place. I am unsurpassed in my ability to stare at something good, and say, 'No Thanks', because I know that 'the best' is coming along. I just know it. My husband and I are a match that real estate agents' nightmares are filled of: we are extremely critical and we have the right amount of indecisiveness to annoy anyone willing to humor us. Together we have managed to stay non-commital with every house we have lived in and looked at.

"But the kitchen didn't have a place to store all the delicate china that we don't have"

*sigh*

I guess our wariness (indecisiveness and eventual decline to pursue) stems from our need to never 'settle for something'; pointless what-ifs, it's a lifestyle for some. But after we have declined an offer I always end up iterating over the pros and cons of the dead deal until the cows come home. It's an elaborate exercise involving techno gadgets (such as MS Excel) to convince the present me that the past me did not dwell in frivolity but was indeed a noble creature who made some very wise judgements. Being me is very exhausting.

My self-righteous conscience is frowning at my inclusive 'we' usage in this post: Ok, for the record, between me and the husband, I am more decisive about the indecisiveness. My kid however, is still in the envious, yet pesky age of simplicity. The toughest part of this move for me is to explain to my kid the need for leaving his 'home'.