I have a huge amount of respect for people who a frugal and people who aren't caught up in acquiring material possessions. I attempt to be, but I would be lying if I tried to say that I am. When I'm in a real crunch, I can and do absolutely curb or cease spending money on anything that isn't absolutely necessary. But since I got laid off in May, I've realized that I enjoy certain luxuries in my life and I don't want to have to sacrifice much because I'm unemployed.
Believe me, I know this sounds ludicrous. Ideally, this is supposed to be a very temporary setback and we've taken steps to minimize the long-term impact. We've been looking at our expenses and cutting back - we just recently dumped our cable subscription (not a sacrifice, in my opinion). Unfortunately, for me, the financial insecurity of going from a double income household down to single income is starting to get to me.
Recently, I've developed this irrational fear of having to sell my house. In my head, I know that the house is meant to be our shelter and that we would simply move to a new place of shelter - another house or apartment - that would do the job. The problem is that I'm emotionally attached to this house. We looked for five years at models and picked this one to buy. We spent a year preparing to move in and watching the progress as the house was built, walking through the house as it went from a hole in the dirt, to the day they installed our carpet, just days before we closed.
We picked out every single thing that went into this house: the flooring, cabinets, counter tops, etc., after spending hours poring over magazines to get ideas of what we liked and wanted to do. Just over a month after we moved in, we discovered that I was pregnant and we were so thrilled. Over the winter prior to Brandon's birth, Matt and I prepared his nursery, painting it (the only room in the house we've painted so far), putting in furniture, getting his clothes and supplies organized. Then we brought our little newborn boy home to this house - the only home he's known - a place which is comfortable and familiar to him. Every milestone of his life has occurred in this house and they are such happy memories for us.
I love my house and I'm proud of what we did in order to get to a point where we were able to buy a house, because it was very hard work. While I'm not too proud to move to a new house/shelter if that's what is required for us to be able to provide for all of our needs, I hope I don't sound too selfish to say that I hope it doesn't come to that. Unfortunately, I know my heart will be more than a little bit broken if we have to give up this house that has truly become our family's home.