After writing my post the other day about being so heartbroken about not being able to buy a house after all, my boyfriend showed up with a plate of pancakes and I felt much, much better. But it wasn't just the pancakes, that I wolfed down in minutes, it was the writing too. Somehow, writing down the darkest and most negative thought in my heart at that moment, dispelled it. As if, by writing it down, it lost any power it could hold over me.
Since then we've talked to another realtor who assured us that the original realtor was maybe a tad too harsh and strict and that this was not necessarily true, it just increased your chances. However, we've decided to wait for a while anyway. We had the option of viewing a house but it stressed us both out so much that we figured, for now, we'll step away from that big search. Instead, we spent a bit of the money we saved up to fancy up our home! And during that process, somehow I began feeling inspired to paint again. So I'd say, it all worked out pretty well :)
(I actually wanted to write about this ever since, but my arms still ache and typing is problematic still. Hopefully it'll get better really soon)