We have visited SO MANY houses recently, and looked at SO MANY MORE listings online that they are all starting to run together.
Like so many things, house-hunting, to me, is a really fun idea to talk about and play around with...
But a really, really, horrible, existential, soul-reaving process in which your very notions of priority, maturity, budgeting and self-esteem are blown to pieces, baked in a pie, and served back to you in relentless perpetuity.
It's also very complicated for first-timers. No wonder so many people screw it up, get foreclosed on, and ruin the world's economy.
But hey - you know - NO PRESSURE.
I say all that to say:
We actually found a house we like. It's a little farther out from work than I'd like (it's in Katy, TX), but it's very cool, within our price range, a good size, and in a great neighborhood.
We're meeting with the Realtor tonight to work out the details of an offer.
I'm scared to death. I don't understand why everybody else is NOT scared to death of committing to something for 30 years. Renting feels very, very safe to me right now.
Nevertheless! -we are pressing forward. And yes, I'm actually a little excited. There are a lot of pieces to consider, and a lot of hoops to jump through. Plenty can go wrong.