Rant of the Day: House Buying (Part I)

So my husband and I are int the process of buying a house.  God lord.  I'd rather be donating a kidney with no anesthesia! I don’t know how many of you have gone through this harrowing experience, but if you have yet to do so, let me give you a little run down on the journey from living in my brothers guest room to proud home owner (which I hope to be within a week). First you have to look at the houses.  Now, when looking at real-estate online, everything looks great…do not be deceived.  Everything is not as it seems.  House number five looked like our dream house on the outside; big front porch, garden, big yard for the kids. Inside; big brown spot on the ground and what looked like the remnants of a hastily removed chalk line. We're pretty sure it would have required us to ask the bank to pay for an exorcism before we moved in. Needless to say, that was a no. House number six, vacation home to Aragog the spider king.   A couple f the houses were...well...when you walk into a house and the roaches break into an extravagant rendition of, “Be our guest,” as impressive as that was (and no doubt expensive for all those mini-pyrotechnics), it’s still a no.  Finally, we found the house. This is the house we want.  However, then bank just didn’t want to part with it that easily.  No we are in the process of waiting to hear if we got the house, or if the other people vying for it won the bid.  I imagine this is what the homecoming queen race is like, accept instead of standing to lose a cheap crown and a bouquet of wilted carnations, we stand to lose a whole damn house...so I guess it's actually nothing like the homecoming queen race at all...ah well...

In short...buying a house is torture beyond explanation, but at the end of it all, I will finally have a place to keep my crap, walls to paint, and a room to put my Christmas tree.

The end.