I have a huge [HUGE] addiction to House Hunters on HGTV, to the point that it was the show I missed most while I was living in Oz the last couple years. But now, sitting on my beautiful grellow couch (seriously, that's the color--which me thinks is going to be a hot new color soon?!) in the middle of downtown Boston, watching House Hunters International featuring a couple moving from Australia--->Vanuatu is essentially ruining my life. What you can get for $450k on a gorgeous tropical island paradise blows my mind. BLOWS IT!
There are plenty of semi-interesting things I could be writing about, like my 28th birthday or our 1st wedding anniversary, both of which culminated in a fantastic weekend in NYC; or Easter weekend at my parent's house. But productivity is just not happening, mostly because my mind is bogged down with absolute frustration/borderline hatred for our realtor. I'd feel much better if the pins and needles we have been sitting on for the last six weeks as a result of squatting at my sister's house, commuting 6 hours a day, and making absolutely no progress on moving forward with life in general, were transferable to him. Oh, if only...!
If anyone needs advice on finding a place in Boston, I can certainly tell you where NOT to go.