No Casa.

This morning as I was thinking about the house vs. apartment situation, I thought it might be fairly obvious to anyone who read my last blog post that perhaps I don’t want the house.  I got super excited about cheap awesome apartments!!  (You’re right, Pam, I didn’t post the link.  People of the world, if you want the link to the best apartments in Houston, e-mail me.)

The thing about getting a house is that even if we got a nice house that was $300 cheaper than we’re paying now, do you know what else we’d need?  A lawnmower.  A washer and dryer.  A dining room table, plus chairs.  We’d probably need a bed, because sleeping with a mattress on the floor of a modern apartment with concrete floors- that’s minimalist and chic.  In a house, that’s ghetto.  We’d also need another mortgage to fund Jen’s Gardening Habit, which would run unchecked with all that yard.  “All that yard” being any amount of yard space whatsoever.

So this morning when I realized I was putting more energy into a new apartment than a house, I went into the bedroom and woke up Dave and said, “I don’t want a house.  I don’t think it’s in our best financial interest.”  He said, “I dreamed we got an apartment.”

So that was that.  We didn’t need the mortgage lady to call and say that due to our credit sins, a mortgage in the price range we wanted wasn’t feasible at this time.  But she did and we were already okay with that.