House Hunting is Harder than Dating

Not our dream home, but very lovely!

So it’s happened again. For the second time in as many years, I fell madly in love.

No, no, not with a tall, handsome, mysterious, well read stranger with perfect credit. No, I fell in love with a piece of real estate and I fell hard.

This has only happened to me 3 times in my adult life. Once for the house I currently live in.

And all three times it was the same.

I’m talking love at first sight.

I’m talking as soon as I walked through the door, I “just knew.”

I’m talking take this money now and we’ll figure it out later.

Except, 2 times it didn’t work out.

And both times I was heartbroken.

I am heartbroken now if you count the most recent breakdown of negotiations (officially, “The Breakdown”). We had the most perfect first encounter. On a beautiful, sunny, bright, crisp winter day, I found myself at a private preview showing orchestrated seemingly by magic by a dear friend (and would be neighbor!).

I know it’s a bad character trait to have, but I’m an admittedly picky person. Anyone who really knows me knows this. I’m picky about the food I eat and that I feed my family. I’m picky about the clothes I wear. I’m picky about the men I date, but mostly, I’m…