House Hunting and the Ensuing Depression

So we've seen maybe 10 (JB?) condos now. Most are pretty frightening. We went to see a place last weekend - the home owner was sleeping on the downstairs couch, there were children napping all over the place, all the shades were drawn, it was a complete mess. Did she really want to sell that condo? Other than that, most of the neighborhoods we can "afford" to live in are extremely frightening (I say "afford" because the kind of money they expect you to shell out is unbelievable). So we saw one really cute place in what I think looked like a safer neighborhood but it was way too small for us. Basically it's pretty depressing. And JB and I know we're a hell of a lot more fortunate than many many people living out here. So what do all those people do? They're not kidding when they say we're in a housing crisis.

Anyhow. We've got all this pent up "I want to move" stuff going on, so JB and I rearranged our apartment and I REALLY like it much better this way. We have room to walk around without furniture getting in the way and - this will shock those of you who've tried to eat with us in our apartment - we can COMFORTABLY sit around our kitchen table now.

It's so nice to have a change, even if it's not the "we own this place let's paint the walls purple" kind of change we've been longing for.