A Happy Life: Being Content in Your Surroundings

My husband and I bought a house in 2006. It was the top of the market and we had this sense of urgency to get into a house before the prices were out of our reach. Of course, with Market as high as it was we really couldn’t afford anything in the area we lived in. So we decided to move to a small town that was about forty minutes from the big city where we both worked.

We could get a house built and make it to our own specification and wouldn’t that make us happy? The answer in short, is no. The builder limited what we could pick for the house. Not to mention the commute. We were commuting before, but not quite so far. I could still go home for lunch most days before the move.

It was harder than we imagined. It felt like we never came to the house we had just spent all this money on. After all, the good places to eat were in the city. If we went on dates we would stay by our offices, not our home.

Then we had a kid and I became a stay-at-home mom. This was even more difficult than I imagined it to be. First I had a newborn baby that I wasn’t sure how to take care of, and second my husband was never home. He worked ten hour days as it was. Add an almost two hour commute on top of that and I’m left without a husband for all of the daylight hours.

It spun me into a depression that I wasn’t prepared to handle. I had always wanted to be a mom. I am grateful ¬†that I get to stay home.¬† But it’s not as easy as the world would have you believe. A couple of years and another child later I realized I had to do something.

The fact remains that the market is depressed. And my husband and I were the fools who bought at the top of the curve. We aren’t leaving this house anytime soon, no matter how much we want to. Because of this, I had to figure out how to be content with my surroundings.

I knew I needed to get back to happy place, but I wasn’t sure how. I recognized that I was blaming my problems on the place I lived, and not my own actions. My parents had always taught me that I created my own happiness, but the concept hadn’t stuck until I made the decision for myself.

The first thing I did was sit down and write everything I was grateful for. My husband has job that can support us. There are so many around us who don’t even have that. I’ve been watching our neighbors houses be repossessed. Even if this isn’t my first choice in city to live in, at least we can pay the mortgage every month.

I wrote down one-hundred things that I was grateful for that night, and you know what? My situation seemed bright. My life is actually really good. All those feeling of depression left. I made the choice to live a happier life despite my surroundings. Once I took on that view my surroundings looked pretty good.

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