This House Could Be Yours For Only...

Way too much. Don't worry, it seems to be the price no matter where you shop for houses. Oh sure, there are probably tons of deal in Gnome Alaska. But I can't move to Gnome! The dogs don't have the fur to live up there.

We've already been sniped on one house so far. But we are in escrow now. All we have to do is survive the inspections, the appraisals, and the mountain of paperwork that needs to be signed. Since I work with lawyers, I feel duty bound to actually read these documents. Okay, I work with lawyers and I could be signing my our life away. But, so what if I read them? It doesn't mean I really, fully, understand all the possible implications of what these documents mean. I even signed a document that explained what the Paperwork Reduction Act (aka US Code Title 44, Chapter 35) was. This of course came after 30 other sheets of paper that I had to sign stating that I understood that I had no privacy and that I wasn't getting ripped off...I think. But not before I signed a piece of paper saying that I understood my privacy rights. Or rather, that they didn't exist any more and that my name, address, and phone number would soon be scribbled on the bathroom stall of every junk mailer that targets new home owners with their sleazy, and non-sleazy, wares.

But I'm not bitter. I'm scared out of my mind!

Although now I finally get to learn the difference between Mission and Ranch style interior decoration. Moving starts on the 12th of July, tentatively pending all the crap from above.