Thursday, January 3, 2013


Trying to find a house to buy has exhausting.
It's been months now, of looking...offers...more looking. Fingers crossed so much they cramp.

The market where we live is tight, and grows tighter by the day. It's one of the only places in the United States this can be said about. The areas around it, while affordable, have bleak market futures, and are full of...undesirable characteristics.

Figures we'd be here.

We hate this place.

But we're here for at least three years. What with James' new job, and us starting University in the Fall.

This is not one of our better thought out situations.

Thought out situations?! Hahahaha! *sigh* As if that's even been the case.

We just want to be able to pull the ear buds out and crank our music, dance, with paintbrush in hand, screaming at the top of our lungs...splatter and stroke paint on canvas. Sit quietly and write. Cook, in a space all our own. fully us.

It's nearing the tip of our fingers. We can almost feel it.'s inconceivable. Like it'll never happen.

Yes, this has been a lot of whining.

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