Tomorrow Jenn and I will be going to check out three more houses and see if anything compares with “the one that got away.” They all seem reasonably promising, I’ll just have to remind myself not to go in with any preconceived notions.

In the meantime, my parents, who haven’t actively been looking for anything in particular, seem to have found their ideal townhouse out of nowhere and my father is now trying to figure out how to get them into it as soon as possible. I’m happy for them, but I continue to be aghast at the idea of moving out of a disconnected house into a situation where you’re going to have neighbors. Just this evening, Jenn and I were laughing in our room when the guy next door started pounding on the wall. Apparently we were being too loud or something (of course, his alarm will go off and wake us up on the weekend at 5:30a, so his opinion doesn’t hold a lot of water with me). I think they’ve forgotten what that’s like. Oh, well. I guess this is one of those situations where you let them make their own mistakes.

Either way, I’m happy for them, but at the same time, I’m pissed off that I’ve been totally searching for a while now and haven’t had any luck, while they just stumble across their dream home. Where’s my dream home?