I spent yet another day obsessing about buying a house.
It is not going to happen any time soon, that much is certain. Prices are still falling here so I would be crazy to buy something now. But I would also be crazy not to start looking to familiarize myself with what is available, how much the house of my dreams is currently going for so I will be able to recognize a good deal when I see it, blah blah blah.
So knowing I am not moving any time soon, and knowing mom's house needs a buttload of work to fix up before we can sell it, I returned today to the notion of trading places with mom for several months. She would live here with my sister while I would live at her place, fixing it up and being closer to work in the bargain.
What's that you say? Forget all that fixing-up nonsense and just sell it as a fixer-upper? Yes, yes, that is the plan, actually, but you have obviously underestimated by obsessing capabilities. I can spend days remodeling in my mind, then take a few hours to figure out the bare minimum of what I actually have to do.
Meanwhile, mom is healthy and happy not having to think about packing up all her stuff and moving out of the house she has lived in for thirty five years. Though she is starting to purge old magazines, donate books she will never read again, and recycle old homemade video tapes. (Star Trek, not porn.) Go mom!
So I will try to stop obsessing about buying a house now.
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Uh, tax season is over and I no longer have the Medium blog to research and write so I have many hours of spare time to fill. I'M BORED!
Could it be that boredom is the mother of obsession?
Tags: house hunting
