Er. Maybe just the anticipation of the hunt.
I never thought these words would be said, at least not so soon, but Matthew and I are saving - yes SAVING (audible gasps everywhere) for a house!
Even with his cut in hours, we have been able to create what we officially call Pooka's Back Yard Fund. The problem is, we have become OBSESSED. Thanks to the tanking economy, this is finally an option for us. Just the prospect of setting down roots and having a place of our own is exciting and wonderful but really terrifying. Yes, we would get to do whatever we wanted with it. We can make it our own in every way. But we also have to fix anything that breaks. As my Mother said, "Ahhh, my little girl is afraid of committment!"
And I am. Kind of.
At least I'm not going into it blind. I realize how much work a house is, especially if we want to get one that's cheaper. I am definitely not afraid of the work involved, just the price tag.
But then there is Pooka to think about. We definitely can't have her someplace that isn't livable. But what is livable? Oye.
So what do we do? Do we buy a cheaper house that we need to put a chunk of money into to fix it up, or do we go for a house that doesn't need so much work, but has a higher price? I NEED advise!
