Sorry to get you guys all excited. I tried to start a post while we were out driving around in the car, but Marc thought my attention should be on the task at hand, sitting. Good grief.
Anyway, we did head out this past weekend to look at some houses. Most of them were ick, but there was one that was just amazing. I loved it. There more I thought about it and the more I think about it, I'm just nervous about moving to Bristow. I don't want to spend my life in the car. It sounds like the commute would be over an hour. Then, the Post (ironically) printed this today. Could it be a sign?
So, that leaves me with lots on the brain. How do we get all we need and all we want at the same time? Just talkin' about a house here. Ipes. This is when being a grown up sucks.
Thankfully, I have four months left to locate a home...the home. We plan on being there, wherever, for a long time. We've got to make it count.