So today, I'm freaking out a little. Tax time, quarterlies due. Work slow. Can I, should I, even be thinking about house hunting? Shouldn't I just stay at this little hideout I'm renting forever? I don't deserve a house of my own, not really. Houses are for other people, people with steady incomes and calm demeanors. Those people deserve houses, not me. And isn't it sort of like I'm giving up, doing this alone? Maybe I should wait until I meet some Prince Charming and then he can buy me a house. Because, really, I don't know anything about how to do this. Someone else could do it better. I'll probably do it all wrong and live in rueful regret for the rest of my life. Or lose it and end up living in a cardboard box. That would be easier, maybe, than all of this insanity. I should wait, prices might come down. But maybe they'll go up. Or the rates will change. Or the economy will come crumbling down forever. But maybe if that happens, I should at least have a house to live in. Should I move to China? I hear things are better over there.
Today is not the day to make an offer.
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