For the past year and a half, Michael and I have been trying desperately to buy a house. We need a house. We need space for the three growing giants we call children. We need a yard for said giants to go out and play and absorb vitamin D the all-natural way. We need a kitchen that is big enough for two adults to stand it and not bump into each other at every turn.
We've finally found a great house. A perfect house. A house that is within our price range and actually meets all of our picky criteria. Okay, not all of it. There is one big flaw. People live in the house! No, not the owners. Renters. Renters who have a lease through March of next year. If we purchase this house, it is listed as "rental property" which means our loan will not cover it. Perfect house isn't so perfect anymore.
Michael said he feels selfish because he is insisting that the home we buy has a bonus room or finished basement. Well, it is a little selfish, but I understand why he wants it. I want it, too. I don't, however, want to continue living in a second story apartment until the perfect vacant house becomes available.
End rant.
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