This whole time I’ve been an adult, I’ve watched HGTV sporadically (mostly at my parent’s house) and they always show people on there SOOOOoooOOOOOooo happy about their home buying. They flit around to a house or two, talk magnanimously about remodeling kitchens, and voila! A realtor gets their wings!
Well, the actual experience is nothing like that. At least not so far. Especially not in the Bay Area.
To say house shopping has been stressful is putting it mildly. We’re shopping in an area 1.5 hrs away from us, which perma-adds to the hassle (not to mention me working every other weekend) and everywhere is crazy expensive, and we really don’t want to live in a shack, can’t afford anywhere super nice, but still don’t want to be too close to stab-ville, sooooo yeah.
What I had believed foolishly to be some sort of shopping trip-like thing, the equivalent of picking out reallllly expensive shoes, is really sort of awful. No, it’s not sort of awful, it is awful. It’s not that I want to live in a mansion, but I do want to be someplace where I’m not depressed all the time, and so far we haven’t found one we really like. No, wait, that’s a lie, we did, but it had foundation problems. Which is another thing HGTV doesn’t show you, all the times you get your hopes up only to have them dashed.
I’m trying to be zen about things, but I suck at it. Now that I’m in a moving-mood, I just want to find a place and be done already. And also for the bank to stop asking me for additional paperwork in regards to my mysterious schedule C writing income, heh.
Hope springs eternal though (or, desperation, one of those two) and we’ll go see what there is to see out there this upcoming weekend. Again. This is where I’ve been for the past week, and where I’ll likely be for the next few ones. I’ll try to holler on here occasionally though, but if I sound like I’m losing my mind, you’ll know why.