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What About a Different Approach?

After multiple weeks of being in varying states of anxiety and dread over the new house, which seems to be a common condition amongst new homeowners, it finally hit me as I looked out upon our front yard: we are just going to have a crappy yard for a while, and that’s OK.

"I’ll just rent a core aerator, then do the whole lawn, then fill in all of the weird puddle spots with dirt, then I’ll get a seed spreader, then I’ll get a reel mower, then I’ll put some fertilizer down, then, then, then, then." Then what, my yard will look like Pebble Beach at the Masters? No. I’m not even a golf guy, best I can do is double digits at Topgolf. I’ve been keeping it mowed and put fresh mulch down around the trees; I’ve already left the better part of a dozen lawn bags at the curb, and I just found an encroaching patch of poison ivy, which apparently grows everywhere in NoVA. Luckily, this isn’t my yard in the picture, but I did find this patch growing in the neighborhood.

Aside from the PI, it’s probably time to take the "don’t do it all at once" advice seriously. Things are stressful enough as it is; maybe this is the attitude to take toward COVID. When you’re already under a lot of pressure, it’s easy to succumb to "whataboutism." Whataboutism is bad at work, because you end up "talking" more than "doing." It’s also bad because it leads to a lot of negative self-talk. I started getting stuck in this weird loop of feelings, where I would feel a certain way, but then end up comparing my feelings to someone else in a worse situation, and then I would feel worse for that comparison. Ex:

I’m under a lot of pressure because my wife is trying to work, I’m trying to work, and we have a baby.

But what about the people who lost their jobs? Their situation sucks even more than mine.

What about the people who lost their jobs and have kids? Their situation is even more sucky.

Man, I feel like an asshole now for thinking that this sucks!

What do you do about this? In a mindful moment, I can say, this is how I feel, how does this feeling serve me (or not), but invariably, this leads to more negativity about the situation of other people. But I’m trying to be mindful! Argh! This is just more "talking" and less "doing," right? Is all hope lost? Certainly not, the curve is well flattened and people have shown an impressive respect for social distancing; the road is long, sure. Now that we know that, let’s, as Jim Collins puts it, "confront the brutal facts."

Here are the brutal facts: almost everyone’s situation is shitty right now, and will be for a while.

I can be mindful in a conversation about COVID while also asserting my own feelings, and I shouldn’t have to stress out about that. I don’t need to qualify "my situation is rough" with "and yours is worse." I can let them tell me how they feel from their perspective and be an active listener. I can support local businesses and restaurants. I can take time for myself to reflect. We feel how we feel, and have little control over it. The journalist Robert Wright describes this phenomenon in Why Buddhism is True as the "not self." Perspective, like people’s COVID situations, is unique. Once I start to consider my own brutal facts, my own perspective, a lot of that negative self-talk seems to fade away. Stressful? Yes. Manageable? Yes. We are all doing our best.

And for myself (or not self) – what about just doing what I can (outlined above), forgetting the small shit, spending time with my son, and having a crappy yard for a while? That can be the beginning and the end of the what-abouting. Can I cure my yard rightnowtoday? No. COVID? Absolutely not. In fact, I probably have a better shot at curing COVID than my yard. Local takeout? Yes. Off to Chick-Fil-A.

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The Joys of Homeownership

Well, it’s been a hell of a time these last several weeks. We’re in the midst of a global pandemic, we just bought a house, and we have a burgeoning 7-month old. The homebuying process has been…enlightening? Terrifying? Anxiety-inducing? (All of the above.)

Things real estate agents like to say about buying a home: "pay yourself," "build equity," "wealth generation."

Things I like to say about buying a home: "pay other people, a lot, to do a lot of work to your house, that you just bought," "watch all of your money disappear," and "wealth destruction."

OK, I’m being dramatic. We spent 3 years saving for a 15% down payment for a house in Northern VA, which is a lot of money. Came to 3 days before closing, and this is when stuff is getting real with COVID and the fed slashes interest rates. We ask our bank to cut our rate, and they actually do it. 3% for 30 years baby. What starter home? The net result of this is that our mortgage, even after property taxes and homeowner’s insurance, is significantly less than our rent was in Arlington, and we have just under 2x more space. That’s all good.

And I do think, despite our dishwasher being broken, our stove being broken, a moisture issue in the basement, and finding out that we need a new roof, that we got a pretty good deal on our newly renovated 50s rambler. It’s a dump, but it’s our dump. Says the insurance adjuster (probably the only person in this entire process who has no personal financial opportunity to gain here) who looks at the roof after we saw some shingles land in the yard: "I think your inspector missed some things." No shit.

That’s the rub of this whole thing, the full effects of the worst and best parts of capitalism are on display. Surely, you would think, that home inspectors are impartial observers acting in your (the buyer) interests, until you consider that if every home sale were busted by a bad inspection, there would…be no home inspectors, because every home would sell as-is. It is kind of mindblowing, because everyone only gets a piece of the pie if the sale goes through; Smith’s invisible hand nudging everyone involved toward closing. The more you think about it, the closer you get to having an aneurysm.

When you rent, you don’t really notice anything. When you buy, you notice everything. Like, everything. You’ll see a 1mm crack in the paint. It all becomes very real. I guess that’s why it is…real…estate.

We’re getting settled in. We wanted the newly-finished basement to be an office and TV area, potentially a guest room, and we’re getting pretty close to making that a reality. TBD on the moisture, but it’s in a bathroom that wasn’t redone as part of the renovation, and we think a bad downspout (that we have since fixed temporarily with an old shower curtain and some duct tape) was the culprit.

The better half put a bunch of stuff on the walls and it’s starting to look like a home and not a house, which I think is all anyone could ask for. I was able to convince her to let me buy and put up a Kelsey Smith print, which if you’re into the vaporwave/retrowave aesthetic, you might already be familiar with her work even if you don’t know it.

Finally, the City of Fairfax seems like a great place to be, and we look forward to getting out and about and supporting some of the local restaurants when things go back to normal, so 2027, basically. All the more time to work on a dedicated Tim Allen Home Improvement "EEEUGH?" button, amirite?