pretty pictures in a magazine

I went and looked at another house last night - CLEARLY owned by a bachelor (I mean, he had an entire room dedicated to video games and another entire room dedicated to a drum set) who didn't count on me looking behind the shower curtain in the hall bathroom (hello, three pairs of shoes, cleaning supplies, and a box of junk!). I enjoyed talking with the realtor - she was very nice and we had a good conversation about renovations and the general areas that I'm exploring. Part of me thinks that I should just put off the househunting for now and part of me thinks I just need to get off my butt and start using a realtor (and start over with a new lender) to find a gem.

I think I have pretty much abandoned the thought of a townhome or condo. I want a house. I want a yard. I don't want to share any walls with anyone. I don't want to pay association fees. I want to take on the responsibility of a home and accept that there are risks that come with that. I want a place that is truly my own. To be honest, I also think that a part of it is that I don't think I should be renting - at my age or at this point in my life in general - I should be building equity.

And then, because it's so frustrating, I choose to actively ignore the entire situation.

lalalalalalala...