Working On A Quirky Graph

Recently I’ve been having these tendancies to scroll through real estate sites so I can see what is selling in my neighborhood. As I wander my local streets, letting my dog sniff out all the local doggie gossip as well as contribute his two drips, I will spot a house with a for sale sign. Then I whip out my phone faster than a gunslinger at the OK Corral to see what ridiculous amount I could never afford to pay they are listing the property for. I will check the number, swiping through the pictures of the rooms and always too small kitchen, outwardly sighing at the cost and then slowly put away my phone. Lou is moving us to the next clump of smells and I am disappointed once again.

I am constantly repeating this behavior, setting myself up for disappointment, especially looking in my neighborhood where the prices are often double what they would be just a few miles down the road. It is one thing to rent, which I do happily, so I can be in a neighborhood where I can take walks without worrying about traffic. However, purchasing out here is depressing to say the least. I cannot figure out what is driving this sudden ‘need’ to try and find a property that is amazing enough to convince me to go into debt for the rest of my natural life.

Every once in a while I will have a burning desire to make a large purchase. It is the same feeling I had when I bought my first house forever ago, but I’m trying to wait it out at the moment. The market is still rough enough that I don’t need to try and wade in, and there is nothing I need from my own property that I can’t get from my apartment. Except a yard to plant native flora, perhaps an apple or peach tree, a kitchen with more storage space than a small closet, and the ability to have a washer/dryer that is larger than toy size. Except I don’t need those things. I’d like to have them, that is for sure, but it isn’t like air or food. They are things and desires. I can continue to live my best life in this space, saving money, providing high quality prescription medication for my old man doggo and splurging on eating out once in a while.

But damn, it would be nice to have some more storage space and a yard.