Oh, househunting is such an up-and-down thing. My hopes are raised instantly by everything, because moving is fun! But then I fall out of love fast.

Discoveries:

Downtown is fucking expensive. Also: all the apartments are retarded. We don't need two bathrooms! Round walls are for people with round furniture! Great, a view of a concrete wall! It's okay for a "bedroom" to be smaller than the closet! Okay whatever guys.

Hmm. Otherwise attractive brand-new townhouses might have mouldering roofs before anyone even moves in. Bad sign. Good thing we brought a member of the Dad lobby to look for things like that.

So. We've decided to broaden our search to places not AS super-convenient as downtown, because ooh.. money. We want a big place in order to cope with the dorky space-wasters everything seems to have. (We don't need a balcony, second bathtub, walk in closet, potato cellar, powder room, or aardvark nook, but will tolerate them if there is room for all our computers, boy's electronics workbench, and for chopping vegetables.)

(You might conclude from that that our leisure activities involve designing animatronic vegetable-cyborgs on our computers. No comment.)

So, hmm. More hunting next week.