It's like a break up.

With a house.
I'm so confused.  This whole house search is driving me bonkers.  BONKERS.

We went touring houses on Wednesday.  Pete & I took time off of work, had brunch, got our list together, and met with the best realtor ever, Paul.  When he mentioned Colombia Heights as "Crumbling Heights" I knew it was meant to be.  My favorite thing ever is to come up with crude city names.
As in, I live in Inver Grove Heights, aka "intercourse heights."
We're looking at a lot of homes in Eagan right know and the only thing I could come up with so far is "scrape your knee-gan." I'll have to work on that one.
Other favorites? Hoodbury (Woodbury, thanks Lo), Crapids (Coon Rapids), fartin hills (Arden Hills), and BUUUURnsville (Burnsville).
It is a pre-requisite to now live in a city in which I can create a crude name for.

Anyways, during our touring Pete & I learned many things about each other.  For example, he hates what I like and vice versa.  He does not understand my need for a walk in closet and jacuzzi tub and I hate that he wants an unfinished basement. So when we stumbled on a house that we both fell in love with, we knew we had to see it in real life.  Even though it was way over what we could afford.  We are those crazy people that drive by and go up to the windows to see if anybody is home.  Which is what we did with this house.  We didn't even tell Paul about it, but we were comparing all houses to this one so we finally told him our secret and he made some calls and had us in that house within a half hour.  We did interrupt a girl in her late 20s in her robe at 3pm..which was only a little awkward.

But we fell in love with this house.  We pictured where our Christmas tree would go.  Which rooms would be for the future kiddos.  Hosting holiday dinners.
Because that girl was living in her parents' house, it was a little dumped up.  We put in a low ball offer. Got rejected.  We met them more than halfway, past where we felt comfortable, but they wouldn't agree to help with closing costs.  So we had to break up with this beautiful house we fell in love with.  And now any other house I look at does not compare.  I have dreams about getting this house, getting a surprise phone call from the owners saying they'll let us have it cheap! ugh.  It's just a house, right?  It really doesn't matter, right?  There are plenty of fish in the sea, right? 
None like you, pretty brick house.  I'll miss your pillars and your beautiful kitchen.  I'll never see your fireplace again.  Sure you could have used a few touch ups and a carpet shampoo, but I saw your potential.  I hope someone can take care of you the way we would have, and make you as beautiful a home as you can be.

Sigh.
Stupid house hunting.