A month or so ago, one of my favorite hobbies was house hunting. I enjoyed reading the section in the paper on Saturdays and haunting Realtor.com, keeping an eye on what was available in our area and the prices as they went up and down.
I could drive around our town and tell you the asking price on many of the homes, how long it had been on the market and if they had dropped the price lately. I liken my hobby to a guy that knows a lot of about cars that he will never own. You know that guy…the one that can tell you how many horsepower a Lamborghini has, but has never even seen one? That was me with homes.
That has all changed now. The love is totally gone. Now that we need to move, I am finding nothing that I want and it is really frustrating. I have also lost my zest for decorating which is a darn shame if you ask me!
It is hard to get excited about whipping the perfect something up to put on the wall when I don’t know how long it will be there or if it will fit the look of our new home.
We are looking based on three scenarios, so you would think that we could find something. These are the ideas…
- We find a new rental.
- We buy a home on a modest budget that somehow we can qualify for even though banks hate me because I am self employed.
- We eat crow and talk my parents into buying a nicer house, which we will then rent, maintain, rehab, etc. (and eventually buy from them)
That is a lot of options, but there just aren’t many houses out there right now that fit our other criteria.
So, I am so sorry that I have been AWOL. I have just been in a royal funk.