I think I’ve successfully gotten more notes on my earlier post than I ever have for any entry I’ve made here in the last nine months. Hee!

So about the house. I live in Omah@, as most of you know. It’s incredibly cheap to live here – we have rents and home prices that would make someone on one of the coasts or in a major city cry. Zach and I were renting an apartment that was 1200 square feet, two bedrooms, built in 1918, with parquet wood floors. It was $725. That is VERY high for this area and people were astounded we were renting for that much, if that gives you any idea.

I wrote last week about our apartment search – the cheap places were just weird, ie the Oompa Loompa Apartment, as Cory dubbed it, and the nice places were too expensive or had bedrooms the size of my cubicle here at work. And I don’t have a huge cubicle, people. You can see a picture of it here.

So I get this harebrained idea several weeks ago that maybe we can buy a house, right? And we toss it around for a bit and decide to wait. And then we look at a bunch of apartments and decide to apply for mortgages to see if one of us can qualify, and lo and behold, one of us did. Me. Eep. Actually, he did too but I make more money so mine is higher, giving us more options.

And so the search for a house begins. We saw one last night, which was very cheap but had too many problems for us to deal with, including the Oldest Oven in the World. So we’re not buying that one. But I have about a billion listings the realtor has emailed to us and we’re checking them out and going to look at some more, and wow. I’m buying a house.

It was nowhere near as hard as I thought it was to get a loan. I was approved for way more than I thought I could afford, or actually way more than I can afford, but that’s ok. Because we’re going to try and stay cheap and I’ll have a built in tenant/lawn boy in Curt. Hee.

So yeah. House. Ack!