Sunday, February 12, 2012
I Don't Know What to Title This But It's About My House-wanting Adventure(s)...Sort Of
I'm saving up for a house and it's becoming increasingly clear what my limits are financially, and what my limits are to what "fixer-upper" means to me. I can actually afford some really nice houses right at this very moment (any sort of down payment notwithstanding), but they would pretty much rob me of that whole "comfort" thing I'm so adamant about having. Also, I would be freaking the fuck out every month as the various bills came in that I may or may not have been able to pay. I realized this pretty early on when I started thinking about buying a home. Not that it factored into my thinking when I actually looked at houses online. On the exact opposite end of the spectrum, I've looked at some houses that need some serious work. By the way, I probably should mention that when I say "looked at", I mean "I saw a house online and a couple of buddies and I went to look at the exteriors of some houses." Moving on... Even the houses I liked were in some rather sketchy neighborhoods. So I'm now constantly re-evaluating what it is I want in a house and where I want that house to be based on what I can find on the market. I'm doing far more math scenarios than I have in a long time. I don't think anyone realizes just how much I hate math and I hate doing math to figure this shit out but it's a necessary evil. I am facing this demon head-on, and I will fucking kick its ass until I can make it completely un-exist!....or something like that. I'm not completely set on where I should live yet. But I do know that right now, there's really only one house I've seen that I think I'd want to live in....I should probably look INSIDE houses before I make the real decision though, don't you think? *nods*
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House-looking can be frustrating, rewarding, heart-breaking, boring, and fun. Kris and I first determined where we wanted to live by driving around all Hell and back and deciding we wanted to stay put right where we were. Then, we chose the house. Actually, we chose two *other* houses, first, but neither of them worked out. We settled on this one, but I'm *really* glad the other two fell through. We ended up moving within walking distance of the apartment we were living in at the time.
ReplyDeleteP.S.- I'm very disappointed that there were no sparkly objects of death.