Does anyone find house hunting fun? Or maybe it’s just fun for women?

Now, I’ve always had this (ir)rational idea that realtors are all blood sucking bottom feeders. Just the fact they need to exist to get you through the hell of buying a house makes me sick. It feels as if all that paperwork was invented just to give realtors something to do.

Who would enjoy doing that kind of work? Showing people houses day in and day out? Your only purpose being to make sure they buy a house so they’ll pay you money? As my grandmother says:

“So you don’t actually make anything, do you?”

We saw two houses today. The second had been repossessed and was quite old. Of course, it had a scary basement, which the fiance wouldn’t even go down into. I don’t blame her. It was a scary joint. I asked the realtor if she’d ever had former owners come back to angrily visit the new owners. I don’t think she understood.

The first house was nice. Vero loves it. It’s the ‘lellow’ house, as she calls it. It was cute, but why do I have to be the one who realistically looks as these places? She wanted to measure the rooms, but I could already tell that it was going to be almost impossible to fit all our things in there. Telling her anything other than I loved it makes her very upset. And that kids, is what makes this process so damn hard for me. I tell her to find houses she likes, but then I can’t tell her I don’t like them. I’m still paying for it, mind you…

This was by far the best house we’ve seen, though. Someone was building new headers for a big block Chevy in the garage! It was a sweet garage; lots of tools and such, my kind of place. For some reason Veronica didn’t understand why we couldn’t just ‘move the wall’ and make it bigger for two cars. Silly girls.