I have a confession to make… I am looking for a new place to live. What?  You were expecting something dark and damning?  Look, I am not that complex.

We (my family and I) decided that we are going to stop renting, a wise decision given that by one calculation I could save $19,000 in seven years by owning a home as opposed to renting.  It seems that tax breaks over those seven years would be a hefty sum.  We have narrowed our housing down to three models which are going to be further determined by what price we can get and if we can get some land. 

That’s the problem, land.  Were we live now, land is expensive so we will be moving to a nearby county (taxes are cheaper as well).  Then comes the other problem of finding a lot not too far away that is reasonably cleared of trees, is not too expensive (have to include the price of land in the mortgage), and doesn’t flood. So far we can two but not three in the land we are looking into (unless we buy 45 or more acres).

And there is a sense of urgency… don’t know why, just a feeling.

This all makes for a very stressful time… little sleep, little time, too much to do.

Plus there are the upheavals at work… not enough people in the department, too much work, too many projects on the table, and people leaving for better positions, not to mention the pay is not anything to write home about (which is why so many people are leaving).

And there is a problem I am not at liberty to talk about right now, but it’s initials are MOM.

We now return to our regularly scheduled whining.

Feeling: tired

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