Finding A New Place

If you've been reading this blog for a few years, you know I always get the itch to move around this time of year. We haven't gone all balls to the wall this year because when you're depressed the last thing you want to do is look for a place to move because then you think about everything that goes into moving.

A few weeks ago, I went to look at a townhouse. It was beautiful. I fell in love. I sat in the driveway and sent the owner a text telling her we were interested and when could we sign the lease. She wrote back she would be in town the next day and would call me. (The guy who showed us the place was her friend.) Well, Saturday and Sunday go by without a word from her and then Monday morning I get a text saying she signed the lease with someone else. WTF? I was so sad! And mad!

After that snatchtastic experience, I stopped looking again. But, today, in between classes I pulled out my iPad and started looking at listings again. I saw a place, not too far from where we are now, within our price range, and made the call. He called me back and we set up an appointment to come look at it this evening.

Oh boy. We're in love. And by we, I totally mean me. But we have to think about it over night before making the decision. And by we, I totally mean him.

I really hope we he decides we can do the damn thing. I'm going to be really bummed if we he says no.