Each 30-minute episode of House Hunters shows “individuals, couples and families” looking at three homes that fit within their budgets and specs. The end of each episode shows the which house of the three was selected.
Tammy and I will often try to guess which one of the three houses will be picked. Most of the time we pick the correct one and when we don’t get it right, one of us usually says, “Reaaally?”
When we started watching the show I couldn’t help but think how cool it would be for us to be on it. It’s be awesome because it would mean we had sold our house and were moving someplace else.
But it didn’t take many episodes before I started getting angry at the people looking at the houses. It seemed no matter how nice the house was they were ALWAYS finding something wrong it.
My TV won’t fit.
I don’t like the carpet.
The appliances aren’t matching.
This room is too bright.
This room is too dark.
There are too many stairs.
I don’t like my clothes touching other clothes.
There’s too much grout.
The drive is too far.
It wasn’t easy breaking the news to Tammy that I didn’t want to be on the show.
Me: I don’t want to be on House Hunters anymore.
Me: Because I don’t want people to hate us.
Me: Every time we watch the show I end up hating the people on there and their stupid reasons for not liking a house. I don’t what people to hate us, well not for that anyway.
Plus, I know we’d never have all of our stuff unpacked when the TV crews come back to visit. Sometimes it’s three weeks, sometimes it’s three months but regardless of when it they would arrive we wouldn’t be ready.