This whole moving-thing, it’s pretty much all I think of these days.
Well, except comics, which seems to have gotten a big portion of my brain just for their own use, of course, and Dragon Age 2 – and I’ll admit that most of what I think about that game is “I MISS ALISTAIR OHMIGOD I WANT ALISTAIR BACK WHERE THE HELL IS MY ALISTAAAIR D:” over and over again.
Occationally I also go “Damnit, I wish Garrus was here.”
Anyway, house. Looking for. This is hard, you know? There are so few places in our price-range, and we don’t want to buy a place that’s already gotten a lot of debt. We don’t want much – just to be close to nature, have enough room for both our desks and a dog or two.
I, of course, found my dream-house two minutes after logging on the day we started considering buying:
All I have to do NOW is convince the Boyfriend that he, too, wish to live in a cabin-esque place, 40 minutes away from town.
Piece of cake, right?