House Hunting

That time of the year and I really want to own my piece of the American Dream again. It's been three years since I had a place that I could call my own and it really makes you feel like you are a permanent member of society, not just out on the fringes. My landlord wants to suck me into another year lease and I can't find a house that will allow me to move out. The tenants upstairs smoke in the house so it filters down to my place. The neighbors can't find the time to supervise their kids so I have to put the toys out of the drive way to go to work. Kids everywhere and not a parent in sight. Hope they aren't surprised one day. I don't think I could stay inside and not watch my preschooler play in the street. There must be a completely different race of parents out there today.

I'm tired of living here, feeling like I can't make this place better or do things I want, own pets I want to have or just plant a garden, fence a yard....the simple things that make you feel like your house is a HOME.

I found the cutest little house today that would have been perfect. In a nice area, nice houses and in a place where it looked like people cared about what they owned. Until I walked inside and realized it was a foreclosure and the bitter owners tore the place from stem to stern making it un-inhabitable for the next person. There is no way I could pay the price of the house and spend the 50K to make it habitable again. They even tore out the ceiling in the living room. Tore the screens out of the porches and nailed the backdoor shut. So sad, such a cute little cape with a round edged front door and a full attic that could be expanded to become living space.