You know how in novels and Hallmark Channel movies and every advertisement for a Pottery Barn registry some cute newlywed couple moves into a sweet starter home with a charming breakfast nook and wrap-around front porch? Well its all crap. Looking for a new home is harrrrrd. Especially one in a town far far away.
In one month the family will be relocating to Tampa, Florida so find a house we must. Since I don't conveniently have a husband already living in the area to find me a nice house a trip had to be made. A 14-hour car trip. A 14-hour car trip followed by so. much. work.
For example, the real estate ad promised us a "fabulous 40s bungalow" with "[r]eal wood floors,[...]arches, fully equipped newer kitchen, newer master suite with recently redone tile and flooring, one car garage, full size washer/dryer, screened in patio, backyard deck. WILL NOT LAST."
And that ad made it look totally okay:
In fact, we'd have to wait a whole day before we would be able to see anything we could live in...