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Tips for House hunting - Don’t Prick Yourself with Pressure Pine Needles

  My husband and I have been on a quest through “Thibodaux Forest” to search for a humble house. We’ve laughed, been disappointed, and somewhat pleased. But the Baudoin abode is still hidden amidst wondering wood. “Will we find the right hobbit house?”, “Will we get a good price?”, “Will we be happy with our choice?”...

First Tip - Stay away From Pressuring Pine Needles

Needless to say, pine needles can prick you. So can pushy pressure. Find an agent who you can trust. Find one who is laid back, but not too laid back in their rocking chair. Our agent has made it clear to us if you find a house, you should jump on the “offer bandwagon”. But she hasn’t hounded us to the point of pushing us into prickly pressure pine needles. Buying a house is a big commitment. Find an agent who is your friend. Find one who won’t harp on you at every moment, “You better move fast.”

Second Tip - Have Fun Through the Forest 

Yesterday, my husband and I saw an older home. The outside facade was definitely a false facade. We walked in and found structural damage and mazes of big rooms. The unusually huge rooms and dark hallways made it creepy. We both laughed at the odd house and had a memory moment. Don’t forget to have fun while on your adventure. You’ll look back on your house hunting days and say, “Remember when?” 

Third Tip - Location is the Key to Opening the Door to your New House

Before looking through the wood of bungalow birches, pinpoint the location of where you want to live. Do you want to be close to work? Does a long commute matter? How are the school systems? (In our situation, school districts don’t matter, because we want to homeschool in the future.) Is the neighborhood safe? So many questions to answer. Make a good ole’ trusty “Pros and Cons” list. Always see if the pros out-way the cons. 

Fourth Tip - Don’t Stress Out - Let God Lead You Through the Fir Filled Forest

If you look at house hunting from a Christian/ faith perspective...pray. Let God know your desires of your heart and He will check it off in his chart. Leave the heavy thinking to Him and He will lead you in the right direction. He will lead you to the right school district, right location, and finally, to the perfect house. Have faith and God will push back the Firs hiding your humble abode. 

That’s just a few “pine needle” tips on finding a house. Remember, have fun on your journey! Don’t prick yourself with pressure pine needles. 

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