This is Chris

This is Chris... Corey's at work but don't worry she gave me permission to do this.

Well Corey started working 45 minutes away in Winter Garden, and it began giving me major stress because 1) I hated for her to have to drive that far to work and 2) That's a whole lot of money just for her to get to work. So I started looking at apartments to rent over there (I say looking, she says obsessing), when I thought "Hmm... why rent again? Maybe we can afford to buy".

So I started looking at cheaper placed when I came across a foreclosed townhouse with the right price tag. So I figured, well this place is going to look horrible inside, but what the hey let's go look at it anyway. So we meet an agent to look at the place, and let me tell you it's just awesome. It needs a fridge and stuff for the windows, but besides that it looks much better than any place I've ever moved into. So we decide that we can definitely afford it, and decide to put an offer on it. Then of course we hear the dreaded news that there are already a few offers on it... and of course they can't tell us what the offers are.

After some more stress and dealing with a couple stupid people, we got approved for financing (and I found out that my credit score is higher than I thought). Later today I'm going over there with Corey's parents for a home inspection/just so they can see it.

Well we haven't heard yet if our offer has been accepted, and to be quite honest I highly doubt it will be. But it is nice to know that even if this one doesn't work out, we can continue to look in confidence.

Ever since we've gotten married I've had this underlying anxious feeling that we just aren't settled. When we do buy a house, even if it's not this one, I think that will help a lot. I also think it helps that Corey is into her career and that she's pretty happy with it. Obviously I'm not at my dream place as far as work is concerned... but that's alright.

We've spent the last several months talking about moving up to the panhandle... but I think we both kind of decided that we didn't want to be that far away from family. So I guess we're stuck here in Central Florida. The place is only a mile or two away from 50... but I swear it's like you drive over a little tiny bridge and all of a sudden you've entered Suburbia USA. All of the neighborhoods make you feel like you're in the middle of Pleasantville... but it's nice, quiet, and there is everything you could possibly want or need within a couple of miles. It's also pretty weird that we're driving down the street and all of a sudden we're going up and down hills.

Anyway... that's all. Later.