Marriage, Trust, and House Hunting

The O Fam is moving. We have about 7 weeks until the big relocation, so now has become the appointed time to find an apartment in our new city.

The title of this blog implies that perhaps I will talk about some deep aspect of a trust issue in our marriage, and yes, maybe I am.  But, really it is all about the fact that I am trusting Rob to pick out the apartment the our family will live in for the next years.....all.by.himself.

Now some of my friends have already made these comments, "oh, my husband would have us living in a cracker box" or "my husband wouldn't dare!"   If you know my husband and I at all, you will know that he is a lot pickier then I am about most things, and he is a very detailed person. I am not.  So I think it will work out.

What I love about my guy is that all day yesterday he was sending me texts about what he was looking at, then before dinner he emailed me pictures of his favorite apartments so I could come up with a list of questions for him.  Then, after dinner we sat on the phone until after midnight looking at each picture, talking about the pros and cons of each place and if it was what we wanted.  I truly have a GREAT husband!


 So the question of the day is would I rather live 30 floors up with spectacular views (and throw up a little every time I look out the window or venture out to the balcony) in a bit of a fixer-upper...

or do I want the one with a kitchen that is teeny tiny?

We will see what he finds today!  To be continued...........