The house search continues… the problem is, for the amount of space we need, we can really only afford a crackhouse. Living in a crackhouse might not be so bad if we didn’t have kids…. Of course, if we didn’t have kids, then we could live in a 1 bedroom. That would stink, though.We like our kids. And Daniel. So, what to do…
Well, we’re thinking about buying a house. Now for most of you, you’re like, “Well, DUH.” A little harsh of you, I think. So what if we’re 30 and 31! We’ve never bought a house before, and it is scary as heck. (As I was writing that, I realized that most of my side of the family have also never bought a house, in keeping with our gypsy roots) It’s frightening to sign something that says, “Oh, sure, what the heck! I’ll pay for this for the next 30 years!”
But man… there are some cool places for what we would be able to pay in rent. I asked the Realtor for a 17 bedroom… she laughed. Huh.
A safeguard in buying here is the jillions of people that are always looking for temporary housing at IHOP. If and when we came back to Texas, it would be easy to rent out.
In other news, we’re having a party here tomorrow night. I will panic in a minute about how dirty everything is. But for now, I sit in blissful ignorance, in front of my beloved MacMini.