House hunting and other horrors
I have been busy. Busy at work and busy at life. We are house hunting. I (mistakenly, it turns out) thought that house hunting would be fun! Oh the naïveté! I was wrong. It's terrible. It's terrible terrible terrible.
In order to get oneself to spend an enormous amount of money and go into massive debt (which I abhor!), one has to LOVE the house. But in order to survive the multiple disappointments that competing for houses puts you through (the wringer, my god! I just want to sit wide-eyed on my couch with a cup of strong tea and a science fiction book after a day of viewing houses), you have to not give a sh*t about the house. It's a catch 22. Love the house in order to get yourself to buy it, but simultaneously don't care about the house at all because your heart will be broken if it doesn't work out.
(This is me, trying to survive the last little part of the Oregon gray (who am I kidding, it will rain until the end of June) by wearing bright Parisian lipstick. I bought it on my honeymoon, at one of those ubiquitous pharmacies. It only helps a bit. You have to either be oblivious to the weather to make it through the winter/spring here unbruised, or made of sturdier stuff than me. And I was born and raised here!)
So the house hunt is turning out to be hard. We found this fabulous house that had 1.5acres, it was a 1910 farmhouse in good shape, close to town. And we made an offer, and the seller came back to us and said he didn't realize he couldn't sell it for what is was listed for, he could only sell it for much more. WTF. And then, he takes it off the market entirely, with the intent of selling off part of the land (the horror!) and keeping the cute little farmhouse as a rental property. Why would you list it in the first place? And the worst part is, we found the house right off the bat, it was perfect and the land it came on was so interesting. There was a stream! And that ruined us (me, really) for other houses for at least a month or more.
(Jealous of this giant blue sapphire I made for someone last December. So bright!)
I really just want to find a house and be done with it. It doesn't have to be the house of my dreams, it just has to be bright inside, older, with a reasonably sized yard. Is that too much to ask? Maybe I'm being unreasonable?