Who me?
Just crawled back into the house after being out since 10 in the morning.
I've been out for more than 6 hours and traversed across two suburbs before coming to the conclusion that house hunting is a task suited for people with lesser anxiety.
I have issues I have demands and I have too many requirements.
I am fussy and I don't want to settle for anything lesser than what I want.
I want what I want and it's fucking impossible to get it unless you're in a dreamland of your own making.
But okay!
Phew!
Now some tea and a night about town is what I need to shake off my annoyance and exhaustion because tomorrow will be pretty much the same.
I have arranged meetings with two different agents, looking for two different places in different parts of the city and here is hoping I find something I like because I'm in no rush. There's no deadline. I'm in a good and happy place but right now looking at how things are happening in this compound I wish to live and find a better spot. House hunting is one of the most difficult parts of being an adult and it needs be taken slowly because it takes a while to find that exact place which your heart immediately tells you to live in.
It will happen. But I don't know how soon.
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