The House.

     So, we finally found a house...we think. It's less than half the size of the place we're living in now and the beginning stages of claustrophobia are setting in just thinking about fitting all our stuff into that place. This is coming from someone who, speaking pretty humbly, is a Tetris MASTER! I can fit an Asian elephant in the back seat of Mini, but this place makes me cringe. It's not that the rooms are small as much as the lack of nooks and crannies to hold once a year things, like Christmas decorations, or in-laws. Plus, there's no garage space. Not that I'd put family in there, but it's still nice to know there are options.
     In an earlier post I was saying the important thing was just getting a house. Now I'm wondering if this is the right house. Is this the right decision, the right time? Should we forgo the money from the government and wait, or should we get while the getting's good, make it work for now, and plan on moving out in a couple of years when the market goes back up? I just want to know this is the best choice, but I don't think it's something I can ever know for sure. I woke up last night around 1 AM and started watching a Psych marathon. It as if finally getting a house has created a whole new set of solution creating opportunities. We're up for it, and I'm sure it'll be worth it, and it's not like we're signing away our lives...but it kind of feels like that.