Well, not really. More of an 'eh' than the blues.
Two Sundays ago, we went 'out for a drive' (think sixty or so miles covered), and looked at a couple-four houses. We hadn't really refined our search technique, or exactly what we wanted, so, well, the day was quite disappointing. We were looking in all the wrong spots and turning up things we absolutely hated in scary ends of town.
Last weekend, we went out again, this time with a slightly better idea what we wanted, and hit right away on a house we still like best of everything we've looked at. There was one other possible that day, a couple other rejects, and one we couldn't find - WITH the help of GPS navigation.
Three more rejects today. We keep saying "You know, that house last weekend looked pretty good..." so now we've got to get into the house from last weekend to look around. It's a bank foreclosure, which means the price is good. HOWEVER. We lived in a former bank foreclosure in Charleston, and you could see where someone went through with a hammer and pounded out walls, doors, and cabinets all through the house, we assume for spite when they lost the house (and this stuff was visible after what was probably a couple thousand in repairs). So at this point, that's the big black mark (sort of) for the choice house - making sure all the walls are in place, and no one's been raising Rottweilers in the downstairs bathroom. (We're so picky about our homes.) More good things about this house - near the (good) schools, potential outdoor dye studio for summer, ramp/handicap access to the basement AND ground floors with two easily-built ramps (one step up to the ground floor, one step down to the basement), and WITHIN WALKING DISTANCE TO DAIRY QUEEN. I say we buy it just for the DQ.
What's really entertaining, though, is how the husbeast and I have started in with the technology since we started this. At this point, we're looking up all the houses on Google Earth before we go out to see them, to get an idea what they're near and how rural they are. We're using GPS to find these things (or we'd probably STILL be out looking for houses from last weekend), and I'm using my Blackberry to take notes and photos. This whole thing is nearly organized.
In typical fashion, the husbeast has got the bit between his teeth and begun watching related TV shows on HGTV. Considering this tiny apartment, I get roped in, too. (Just now- ME: "What's the name of that show you keep subjecting me to?" HIM: "Well that's really fucking specific.") One we've watched a couple times is "Property Virgins", where first-time homeowners go out and buy a house. We had to quit watching because they were so stupid. One episode, the female half of the couple CRIED after she didn't like one house. So I always tell the husbeast "Well, at least I didn't cry today." and he glares at me. The other is "Holmes on Homes". Mike Holmes, the host, is a 'do it right' kind of guy who I'd get along fine with. But he goes into houses where contracting jobs have gone horribly wrong, to fix them. I spend the entire hour repeating "I hope they sued." "They should really sue." "Good GOD, DID THEY SUE?" Last weekend they did some asbestos removal in a house... I will bet you the cost of the removal was more than the value of the house. So, unless I can hire Mike Holmes, I'm never hiring a contractor, I'll do it myself.
So, that's the excitement here. Houses. And fix'em-up stuff.
If I wind up ripping out a swimming pool, first thing after I buy a house, I'm not gonna be happy. And I'm gonna want a saws-all to do it with.