Do you ever feel like you're stuck in a rut and, no matter what you do, you can't get out of it? That's how I'm feeling about our search for housing. Thankfully (or not, depending on how you look at it) we don't have a deadline by which we must move into a new place. That has taken a lot of the stress off.
For the past month or so we've been seriously looking at places to rent. We've walked through several and driven past even more. Twice we have been close to signing papers that would allow us to move in. Both times something came up and I just couldn't do it. There wasn't really any big reason, it just didn't feel right. I don't know why it should be such a big deal; the longest we would have been locked into a contract is a year. You can live almost anywhere for a year...and we have. Our first place was a little spider hole, but that's a story for another time.
We drove past a few more places tonight and all but one were quickly shot down. They were either too small, the neighborhoods were too scary, or, as was the case with one house, the ratty old rocking recliners on the porch of our potential upstairs neighbors were a little too...white trash. I wonder if maybe our standards are higher than our price range. We've never had so much trouble finding acceptable housing before. I really hope it's because there is something better on the horizon and we just need to be patient. Patience is not a quality I'm known for.