I'm sick of apartment living. I want a place where I can paint the walls whatever color I want, have the kitchen of my dreams, maybe a little garden, and where I can vacuum the house at 1:00 in the morning if I feel like it, without fear of pissing off the neighbors. The fact that I'm incredibly impatient by nature doesn't help. Sometimes I feel like a 4-year-old throwing a tantrum: "I WANT A HOUSE, AND I WANT IT NOOOOWWW!!! WWAAAA!!!
Anyway, this Friday we're going to see another house. It was built in 1959 and I really like the look of the outside. I don't think it's quite big enough for us, and it's not in a great area, but I just want to go see it to get it out of my system.
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