When Mr. Hammer and I first got engaged, I knew we weren’t going to be one of those couples who buys a house while they’re planning their wedding. I say that in the most loving way possible—two of my closest friends did that, and I’ll admit that there was some somewhat-superficial appeal to the idea of moving into a new house with all your new registry gifts and your new husband.
But for us, I knew it wasn’t right. For one thing, neither of us really knew where we’d be by the time we got married, or even after we got married. And for another, the thought of committing to a house really gave me heart palpitations. Committing to a person I could handle, because Mr. Hammer and I had been committed to each other for years before we even got engaged. But committing to a place? Settling down and knowing where you’re going to be for at least five years (which is how long most people say it takes for a house to be a worthy investment)? To me, who was fresh out of law school and had just barely started her first permanent, non-internship, paying job, it gave me the heebie-jeebies.
Well, um. Yeah. About that. A series of events at the very end of last year meant it suddenly made sense for us, career-wise, financially, and just stage-of-life wise, to buy a house. (I will note that it’s not like we *had* to buy a house and take on this stressful undertaking while simultaneously working on our wedding. But to us, figuring out where we were going to live for the next stretch of our lives became way more important than putting together all the endless wedding details that we were focusing on at the time. So, we took the leap.)