Day 245:
Well Conor, while this whole process has not been all that frustrating yet, I can definitely see it going that way. Three houses we've found, three houses we've made offers on, three houses we've lost. And what it seems to be is that anything decent within the range of which we're comfortable spending and as specific as what we're looking for is gobbled up inside days of when it hits the market. Supposing we're two people (two and a half people) with exceptional taste and motivation, it would seem we're not alone!
Regardless, I'm a fatalist, Son. "If it's meant to be, it will be." And so we'll trudge on. In fact, it would seem so much of what's already happened, in so far as going after three houses and losing all three, is opening doors into how to mitigate against it happening again through just a little better preparation. A few phone calls, a good plan, and let's see where this thing takes us in the next month or so...
As for you, well, all anybody can say about you at your daycare is how awesome you are... They say, of the 10 other kids in their care, you're the happiest, the best eater, and you cry the least. As far as I'm concerned, that's news to trump the loss of a great home. And where house hunting is concerned, we'll get the right one, Son. We'll find the house for you to grow up in. To make memories in. To have fun in... We'll find that house, Son.
I love you, Conor.
-Dad
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