As I came down from the gym this morning, the elevator doors opened and I got off as another person got on. I wandered down to my door and was irritated to see that not only did I have 3 fliers on my door, but there was even one that I had removed the night before. I couldn't believe that the handbill monkeys had been out so early and that 3 had come all at once while I was at the gym. I even noticed a big new white scratch on my door. Stupid solicitors! I put my key in the lock and ... it wouldn't turn. That's when I noticed that I was on the wrong floor, this was not my apartment, and I really needed to pay more attention to what I was doing. Thank goodness my key didn't work. When I was staying with some friends in Highlands Ranch, I accidentally went to the wrong house and was able to open the door with my key ... while the real resident was inside. That was awkward.
But yeah, I'm ready for a different address anyway. I've selected a realtor and put in a call to a mortgage dude, but I'm wondering if this is really the time for me to buy. I could wait until I've saved more money for a down payment and see if things continue to go as fantastically with Jen
as they have been. I need to determine where is best for me to buy as well. It's a very big decision and I appreciate prayer on the matter. I don't want to have to sell and rebuy in the near future, especially because I'd lose a lot of the tax benefits of being a first time home buyer. So many things to take into consideration. But it really feels, between the bike theft, smells, boiling plumbing, club jerks, and fire alarms that God is pushing me out of this building. What to do? What to do?