THE UNMITIGATED HELL OF HOUSE HUNTING
Is that too dramatic? Sorry. I haven’t had a cookie in like, 5 days.
In no particular order:
• I saw a fence made out of bowling balls in Idaho. It was cuter than it sounds.
• Due to my compulsive and over-achieving planning, we did not eat ONE SINGLE MEAL out during the whole three day trip. That’s right. I am a snack-wielding rock star. I made about 3 pounds of meatballs, which I served with cubes of cheese and apples for lunches. For dinners, we had homemade chicken soup and spaghetti sauce that I made in advance and froze. I made the noodles separately and stored them in a gallon ziploc baggie. A box of plastic spoons and some paper bowls saved us a ton of money.
There was one night when we didn’t have a microwave in our room, and I had to heat everything up in the free breakfast area, and it was a little embarrassing. You know what I tell myself when I am nervous or insecure or shy? That it doesn’t matter if I look stupid because I will probably never see these people again. It’s surprisingly helpful.
Maybe what’s surprising is how often I have to tell myself that.
• We finally got to Colorado on Wednesday night. First of all, house hunting is not as fun as it sounds. I have a new appreciation for realtors. Especially the one who had to show us approximately 98 houses before we actually bought one (not an exaggeration. I pity any realtor who has to work with me.)
• House hunting = driving by a million potential houses and calling the ones we actually wanted to see. So. Awful.
(spoiler alert: this is the whining portion of the event)
We had an appointment at one house that seemed promising, until the property manager called to reschedule because the current tenants could not get home in time to get their dog out of the house, and it was one of those little yappy dogs that pees on the carpet when it gets nervous. Yappy Pissy House? No thank you.
• We found a house that we really like with an actual yard and in a good neighborhood. It’s above the budget cap that we had previously designated, so I fully anticipate turning into one of those people who makes furniture out of pallets and who posts tips like “1001 Cheap Pinto Bean Recipes.” Stay tuned.
So far we’ve only filled out the application, so hopefully we are deemed acceptable to live there. I irrationally find the application process annoying. Like, WHY do you need all these details when I am standing here practically exuding awesomeness and reliability?
• Complaining on Twitter is what kept me sane, especially on Thursday night when I just wanted to crawl in (the not mine) bed and cry.
Twitter is my therapy. Complaining is my cardio.
I’m all about self-improvement, people. Obviously.