21 and Counting...

So far we have viewed 21 houses. One condo was perfect, we put in an offer, it was accepted, and then the lender totally sucked.

We went back to square one. And we're still there.

Rob is getting frustrated, and I (apparently) am becoming more picky.

It's frustrating- and it looks like the Portland market is becoming a hot one. We'll see a listing, tell our Realtor, and by the time she gets back to us, it's Pending.

Lame.

This is such a huge commitment. We will be living in this place for three to five years.

Since we've never lived in a place for more than two years, this is huge. And that is why I am being picky.

We saw two houses last weekend that were very, very close. Rob really liked one, and I liked them, but not enough to put in an offer on either house.

The main reasons: LOCATION.

And I know it's a total cliche, but it really is: "Location, location, location."

I want to be able to come home during my lunch break to see Marley and not have it take up my entire lunch hour.

I want to be able to feel safe, at all hours, walking Marley by myself.

I want a close proximity to downtown, close to freeways, and the shops we frequent.

See why this is so hard?

So now we're going out tonight and I just need to remember that once we find a house that is right for us, we'll know.

No talking ourselves into anything. We should know it when we see it.

I just hope it happens relatively soon.

Like tonight.