I really don’t know what’s wrong with me.
I was asked by two people today if I’ve started looking for a house yet. I haven’t. I wasn’t planning to start the search until around my birthday. The thing is (and there has got to be something wrong with me), the closer I get to the day, the less enthusiasic I grow about buying a house. What’s ironic about the questions today, is that last night, while in the shower, I found myself once again thinking (between belting out verses of “You’ve Gotta Start Off Each Day With A Song”): Am I really ready to do this?
The truth is that I don’t know. There are many advantages to doing it. There are also reasons to wait. Let me list some of each.