We’re in the market for a new house. (If you want a home in North Austin that looks as if a pack of large dogs instead of a pack of small boys had been living in it for the past five years, please email me.)
Looking for houses online is fun, I think. I like setting my criteria (at least 2.5 baths–no more living in mortal terror that the visiting teachers will see [and smell] a bathroom used by three little boys!). I find it impossible not to think about ward boundaries during this process.
Non-church related considerations have narrowed our house hunting to a three-ward area. In that area there is a clear hierarchy in my mind: one ward I absolutely do not want to be in, one that would be OK, and a third that I would prefer to the second.
Sometimes we pride ourselves on attending a church with geographically assigned congregations. But when you are in the position to assign yourself to a geographic area, you are choosing your own ward. And I feel vaguely guilty about that. But I still don’t want to be in the ward that is behind door number one.