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Idiot Control Now
bees on pie, burning rubber tires
lather rinse repeat
I feel like our whole life right now revolves around looking at houses, putting in offers that get rejected, and starting all over.

It's definitely a seller's market down here, and apparently everyone is looking for the exact same thing we are.

Yesterday we got an email from our agent saying "This one just went up, it's at the top end of your budget but has everything on your list, check it out and let me know asap" and we did and called him and said, yeah, looks pretty perfect, can you get us an appointment? And when he did, we had to wait until today because yesterday, its first day on the market, they already had FIVE appointments booked. We're trying to jump as soon as we see something, and we're constantly behind.

So we'll see. He's picking us up in a few minutes, and maybe we'll get lucky.

Because we can't live in this apartment too much longer. We are just too old for apartment living.

Current Mood: anxious anxious
Current Music: hello again--the cars

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