…is quite possibly the most frustrating experience of my adult life.
You find a house, it has most of what you want, except the appliances are from the 1950s. Or the house has a beautifully remodeled kitchen, but the rest was trash central. Or the whole thing was lovely, but too tiny for even our furniture.
The disappointment and agony of seeing house after house and feeling rejection after rejection … I can only see it as practice for subbing to agents in the semi-near future. Haha Nothing like developing some calluses before the big deal!
Oh, and for those who wonder…we did end up finding a house. So next month when we move, we have somewhere to live. We won’t be forced to occupy a cardboard box under the highway! Yay! 🙂