Homesick

I think I've posted before that Maryanne and I are looking for a new house. The search thus far has been slow and often frustrating. We have different tastes, and are therefore looking for different things. Frequently what I see and like in one house is completely overlooked by Maryanne because she's caught up in something else she doesn't like, and vice versa.

One of the houses I liked a lot, a two-story colonial style, is a little older and needs a bit of work to freshen up paint and the like. It's an awesome location on a cul-de-sac. Instead, Maryanne got hung up on aesthetics that she didn't like (but could be changed), and we haven't even bothered to make an offer on it. I'm willing to let it go because of the price, but it's a topic that keeps coming up.

We looked at another house over the weekend. It was a nice enough house, a roomy ranch with a partially finished basement, but the backyard has a pool. I don't want to take care of a pool. For that matter, I don't really want to have to pay for the removal of a pool, either. Yet yesterday Maryanne was quite excited about the house. It's certainly more affordable, but that's because it's smaller and much older. It's also on a corner lot. I like my peace and quiet. I'm not sure that's possible with a corner lot.

Considering the amount of activity on our own house, I'm willing to wait things out and see if we can find something we both can agree on. Maryanne, on the other hand, is growing increasingly pessimistic, becoming afraid that we won't have agreed on anything when an offer comes on our house. I don't find that very likely.

Mood: Frustrated
Music: The Beatles: "The Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill"