Thou Shalt Not Covet

Once a week I read the classified ads in Michigan (and now some in Tennessee and even locally here in PA, too, just cause). When I'm done searching for a job that will relocate me to MI, I tend to wander off to realtor.com and look over the housing options that are within my price range in Michigan (since literally NONE are here in PA).

I don't know if the current owner knows it just yet, but this is MY house. It looks like my house, it is described like my house, it has all the amenities I want in a house...it's MY HOUSE. I just don't have a job to get me there so I can buy it.

Three bedrooms, THREE bathrooms, two car (two story, even) heated garage, fireplace, arched doorways, three season room, fenced back yard, basement rec room (with bathroom). Sigh. I could move in today. Look at all the windows, and the curved front door. I can even look past all the snow and say this is the most gorgeous, perfect sized house I have laid eyes on.

Sigh.

Someone hurry up and tell me something dreadfully wrong with this place so I won't want it anymore.