Do you remember the day you discovered, say, sour patch kids and you loved them sooooo much that you ate like 3 bags worth (which was probably 2 1/2 bags too many) got sick, threw them all up, and then couldn't eat them for like 4 years?
I did that.
But with house hunting.
I totally over-dosed and now I'm so sick of looking at houses that I can't even think about it. I got so excited to find a house that I watched house hunters all day, looked on-line all the time, made a detailed spreadsheet of our favorite 72 houses, drove around neighborhoods, finally started going into actual houses, and now I'm writing about it on my blog. It's like all the energy I was putting into school before is now going to the house hunt.
And I'm sick of it.
I need to think about something else for awhile. Yet at the same time I need to keep plugging away so we have a place to live! I can't just walk away from it because our current free rent situation won't last forever.
But, um, I do need her if I'm going to find us a place to live.
I think I'd feel better if I could just find one place that I really liked. One place that felt like home. One place that wasn't 6 feet from the house next door. Is a little space too much to ask?
Oh well, the right house is out there for me, I know it!
I just need to be patient.
And get myself a bag of sour patch kids, yum!