House shopping officially sucks. That house was perfect. It was beyond perfect. The crown molding made me want to weep. The backyard is fenced. There is a deck. The picture window in the front was beyond gorgeous.
And someone else got to it first.
The folks renting it were more than nice, and I don’t bear any ill will toward them. They have made that house exquisite. It’s not their fault that I’m slow, or that the other folks got to it first.
My sister and her husband drove me around that neighborhood and we got some numbers for me to call tomorrow on some other houses for rent. I’m also going to check Craig’s List and Creative Loafing now that I know where the neighborhoods are.
It’s hard to fight the urge to give up though. I guess I jinxed it after all.