If I was clever enough like my sisters to figure out how to put a soundtrack on my blog, it would be playing, "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For" by the best band ever, U2. (If you're in my near vicinity, I'll sing it for you so you can get the full affect.)
The house search continues. I want a home like yesterday. Like two years ago. So I'm not very good at this patience thingy. I didn't cover this waiting for a home in the Bible study about patience I wrote.
Two of the homes Mike and I were batting for sold. Stinkers. One of these was the home on Chokecherry that was our number 1 choice. There's still one home we're seriously considering, and it appeals to my nature-lovin' heart but isn't quite as sensible as other homes. (It's on the very tip of town and backs to open space and walking trails. If I lived there, birds would come sit on my arms and deer would eat from my palm. But there's not a bathroom on the first floor and certain family members said they'd have to pee on my couch because their creaky knees couldn't make it upstairs to the bathroom.
Part of our problem is our field is just so wide. We're considering a wide variety of homes from teepees to castles. Now I feel like we're (I'm) just flailing about, not knowing what to do. Buying a home kind of defines what type of person you are, and I don't know who I am.