I have just done myself the grand disservice of finding a house that I want, in a neighborhood that I want to live in, in the price range that we will eventually be looking for. EVENTUALLY. As in NOT RIGHT NOW. As in can’t have it even though Sarah like. Sigh.

I wish that we did have the money to buy a house right now. (Right now is looking forward to November, by the way, when our lease is up on the current rent house with the monstrously cheap rent and disastrously high bills.) With the housing market in a nationwide slump, it’s a good time to buy. If you can get a loan, they have good interest rates, it’s a buyers market, blah, blah, blah. But no matter how slumpy the housing market is, 20% of a house is a lot of dollars, and all of our extra dollars right now are being saved for the extra dollars we will need next year when I’m in nursing school and we’re living off of only Zack’s dollars. The housing market (and the economy) really want us to buy a house right now. Unfortunately, my life plans do not coincide with those ideas. That’s the long way around why I should not be spending ANY of my minutes surfing around realtors.com. Not surfing realtors.com, however, seems to be a lesson that I can’t learn.

I can’t learn that lesson because about once a month, I think to myself that if I have to blow dry my hair in this horrible yellow and blue bathroom one more time, I’m going to poke my own eyeballs out. Unless the paint colors take on a life of their own and jump of the walls and pluck out my eyeballs for me. These colors are REALLY bright. Do really bright colors sometimes become eye plucking monsters? Cause if that was the case, there’s a chance I could talk Zack into painting it a nice neutral stone color. That’s the only chance I’ve got, though, which is the same percentage as NOT A CHANCE IN HELL.