Oh yeah, I am just totally thrilled…can’t you tell? I absolutely hate house hunting. I hate the stress of trying to find a home in our price range with the amount of bedrooms we need and then I really hate the stress of trying to beat everyone else to that home. I knew back in the Spring I didn’t want to stay at our current home another year. I like our home, I like being outside the city limits. What I don’t like is the neighborhood dogs that get into our trash every night and drag trash all over our yard, I don’t like the gun happy neighbors that recently moved in and who stand in their backyard firing off their guns nonstop (don’t get me wrong here, I have no problems with guns. It’s the one that are shooting that close to my house that bother me… is that even allowed?), I really don’t like the crazy drivers out here who act like our road is a drag strip and it’s a contest to see who can go the faster, and I really don’t like that insanely loud cars with their crazy loud music at all hours of the night. Call me an old fart but at 2 a.m. I don’t feel like listening to someone’s car stereo and having the windows rattling. But besides all that, I just really want to move back closer to family. I want Abby to get to see her family more and I just like that area better.
I’ve grown frustrated with the entire process of trying to find a house. I put everything on hold back when I was scheduled for surgery but when my surgery was put on hold, I got busy looking for us a home. I have been looking online, in the newspapers, asking word of mouth and making dozens of blind calls daily just in hopes of finding one or two homes in our price range that aren’t a total run down mess. So far… no luck. It’s frustrating. Actually, more than frustrating… pretty darn depressing at times, I feel defeated. It’s the holiday season, a time I normally love but instead of decorating our home and making it nice and cozy for cold winter days, my home is slowing filling with boxes and becoming just a shell of a house we stay in. It no longer really feels like a home. I was hoping to have us moved before the holidays, I really want to be moved/moving by December 1st so that maybe I can have the new house somewhat feeling like a home in time for Christmas.
I’ve gotten so tired of hearing the words “no” or “well I have a house for (enter insane amount here)”, there are days that I sit and stay at my notebook and just want to cry. I don’t want to make more calls or search online anymore. All I want is a home. I hate moving all together, I hate packing up and starting all over once again and this time it seems so much harder on me.
Okay… my rant and pity party is over now. Back to searching and packing and fingers crossed I find us a home soon!