There is a saying in Nashville, and it’s often said jokingly. “Just living the dream!” is the go-to response when asked how you’re doing and what you’ve been up to lately. Ironically everybody knows what you mean, even as no one ever really puts a definition on that phrase.
But what about those other dreams? Those dreams that don’t have anything to do with the music industry. Things that don’t have any real tie to the road.
Since we got married, my husband and I have dreamed of owning our own home. But it as anyone who is married to someone on the road knows, getting a home loan isn’t exactly the easiest thing in the world. Unless you happen to work with somebody who has you on salary, getting mortgage brokers to understand you’re paid by the show can be quite an undertaking. Many just don’t get that concept.
But should you actually get a loan? Finding time to do house hunting and moving amid his crazy schedule of home then away can be almost as hard as getting the loan itself.
We dreamed and dreamed. We worked to get our finances in order, knowing this could be an uphill battle the whole way. Not only is my husband a musician paid by the show, I too am self-employed. This whole getting a loan thing? Yeah we were braced for the worst.
But suddenly it all came together. We found a mortgage broker who would work with us, and a real estate agent who understood the industry. We started our search. We found the perfect house. Our offer was accepted! And the paper work began. We had a perfect closing date set, because my husband would have the entire week after off to allow is to move easily. But as anyone knows, buying house is far from being anything that stays on track. Our closing date got pushed back, not a week, but two weeks. We would close, and my husband would go out on the road for a week.
What do we do is road widows? We adapt. We take up the slack. I quickly found myself loading boxes into the back of our truck and making trips by myself to the new house. By the time my husband got home from the road and got started moving the big furniture (with the help of a team of dear friends!) I already had been in the moving process for three days. Needless to say when he complained about being tired, I pretty much told him to can it. Ha!
We’re finally settled in our new home. Oh we still have a lot of boxes to unpack, and our running joke is “this is the fun part.”
But daily we both stop and look around, and we realize we have realized another dream. We own a house! We worked hard for it. We know we’re going to have to work even harder to keep it.
So now suddenly, when someone asks me how I am or what we’re up to, I give them a big smile and genuinely say, “We’re living the dream.”