Met with the realtor today to look at 2 houses. One was in a neighborhood where I already have friends, but the painful thing is that it belongs to a friend from rescue who's marriage fell apart.
Both houses were terrible. Well, the friend's house was OK, but, well, I won't whine here about my taste and styles and such...the second house was definitely a dump.
I bawled and cried all the way to work. Felt like this part of the journey--packing up and moving into someone else's home and house-by myself--no loving partner to make it a home with--is the hardest part yet. Just the hardest.
Made me more determined to fight for the house. Made me re-evaluate one housing option, which is build new in the other little town which is almost as cute as my town. The advantage would be having the house the way I want it--no tearing up wall to wall carpeting, etc. And it doesn't mean I couldn't one day move back to my town when a housing op came up.
If I don't move to Alaska and learn to live off the land.
