Today was our first day of rental house hunting. Sadly enough it was a little exciting. I forgot how exciting house hunting is.
On the other hand, it was a little depressing. There are bigger, nicer houses than mine for rent that are less than my mortgage.
I guess if the bank won’t take a partial payment, we will use it for first, last, and deposit.
Wish me luck…
He still thinks we can save the house. Is he stupid? There is nothing we can do. There is no where else to turn.
The next time I hear someone complain about their finances or their job, I am going to scream. I am losing my house and I have to sit here and listen to you complain that you don’t know where your almost $8000 a month salary goes? I am trying to get a business off the ground because I couldn’t find a job and I have to listen to you complain that you only got 5% back from your 10% pay cut? Really?!? Just quit complaining. At least your bills are paid. At least you don’t have to explain to your kids why you have to move. What am I going to do?? All I feel like doing is crying. All the time. Oh and screaming. It’s not helping. Now I have a headache too.