Is Perfection Too Much to Ask For????

Well, here we are on Day #1 of our House Hunting trip to SJ.  It's been a long and tiring day which included the walk through/walk by (or drive by and immediately rule out) of 20 properties/lots.  Why can't we find the one that you just walk in, look around, and say "wow, this feels like home"?  Not happened yet....so far we've found some 'absolutely not's, a few 'no freakin' way's, a couple of 'can we make do's, a few 'can we raise our price limit's, and 2 real strong 'maybe's.  Is it too much to ask for a house that is in your price range and has everything you want in it....all within 5 days??  And where do you bend?  Do you raise your price?...or lower your expectations?  Is the house that costs more but has almost everything you want worth more than the house that is entirely in your price range, but needs a bit of work?  Or not so much needs work, but requires you to adjust your list of desirables?  And what's more important....price or resale value?  Aaaagggghhhh!  Thank god I didn't cut my hair when I was in London a few weeks back (thx Joanne and Carole for forbidding it) cause it makes it all that easier to PULL OUT now!!  Tomorrow is another day....several more houses to look at....we're broadening our horizons...and lowering our expectations....stay tuned...the saga continues...

WHAT I LEARNED TODAY:  It's either early onset dementia, or selective amnesia...but this is our 6th move in 10 years, and I don't remember the last ones being this depressing....  Even as I type this, I know that I'm wrong in saying that.  In fact, I was so upset after buying a house in Ottawa that I returned to London after the house hunting trip and sat in my foyer and cried....and it was a big ugly cry, as Oprah used to say (can you believe it, she's all done today....bye Oprah....although I'm still pissed at you for not getting me tickets to your final season....but that's another blog entirely).  And then, after a bit of cosmetic surgery (to the house...not to me), I loved the spot in Ottawa and was sorry to be leaving it.  And I'm already feeling pangs of sadness at leaving the Antigonish house....now re-read that sentence....I said THE HOUSE....NOT ANTIGONISH!!!  And I'm sure that by the time we leave this next house (yes, you've read that right...this house may not be our final one), I'll have become so comfortable in it, wherever and whatever it is, that I'll hate to say goodbye.  So what is it....am I mellowing in my old age....becoming warm and fuzzy....NAH!!!  Just getting old, lazy and sick of people who 'move my cheese'....(for those that don't get that....google it!!)