renting blows.

I forgot how much I hate being a renter.  I forgot how much you stop caring about your surroundings.  Color is a huge love in my life.  It is a mood changer - a deal breaker.  We were told we could paint the walls in this house, but really - who wants to spend money on someone else's investment?  Not I, Small Fry.  And yet the house now feels lonesome and without character.  It is cozy and the wood work saves it from being entirely dismal, but it does give me a bit of the wanderlust.  We still are the notsopround owners of a lovely home in LaPorte, Indiana.  Yeah.  We have renters in the house now and the do not suck so bad.  Consistently a few days late on their rent, but so far nothing worse has arose.  I want to sell that house.  I want to buy another.  Everywhere I turn I find yet another beautiful home in a beautiful neighborhood that calls my name.  I am obsessed.  I search real estate listings over and over to see if anything new has popped up.  Now that I am also working full time, our budget has also increased.  Homes this go around are much more appealing than last.  Goodbye to having only one bathroom...  I need a real estate agent.