Misery over Boredom

I think chose the misery.

Building a house is definately a way of avoiding boredom for a very, very long time.

When the boyfriend and I first considered the idea of buying or building a house we were in a very enthusiastic place.

We were three weeks away from our wedding day. We were used to taking big steps forward, always busy with the next big project on our minds.

We've just met 4 years ago, while I was in college and he did an apprenticeship. I was convinced that I was always going to live with at least 7 roommates in a huge two story flat, he was convinced that he was never going to marry.

6 months later we moved together into a tiny apartement and were crazy in love. I graduated from college and started my 2-year training as a teacher. We had to make ends meet, and our apartment wasn't fully furnished until 2014.

We intended to travel the world and started in Iceland. He proposed spontaneously (he didn't know he would ask me to marry him until 2 minutes before he finally popped the question.) on the most famous Icelandic glacier after 7 days of hiking.

A wedding to plan! We had a new project!

During the wedding planning he started a new and exciting job at a big consulting firm and I finally finished my teacher training and started a my first real teaching job at a Highschool. Suddenly the hectic of our everyday lives eased. We needed a new project.

When we found the estate weeks before our wedding day both of us felt relieved.

18 months and hundreds of sleeples nights later there still is no house. 
We are still in the process of planning. 
If I had known before what kind of mess I'd bring myself into... I'd have chosen the boredom.