We spent hours looking at real estate yesterday.  This one was in a neighborhood we didn’t like.  This one was too small.  This one was too unattractive.  All the houses we saw had things we would need to spend money on to fix (or fix to our liking.)  In a desperation measure, we’re going to look in a higher price bracket and see if there’s anything perfect.  My brain is nigh on exploding.

Back when we bought the house we’re in, we were all ready to take on a fixer-upper, and we fell in love with this one – putting money into restoring it was a labor of love.  Taking a newer house and just adapting it and putting up with what we can afford to do – without being in love – isn’t going to work for us.  I guess we’re old enough now to be curmudgeonly about it.