So remember ages ago when I mentioned that, once Dre and I moved back to Seattle, we were going to start looking at buying a house or something? Well, it’s sort of true. We won’t have the money to purchase until the beginning of next year, but we’ve been slowly sniffing around trying to get an idea for what we even want.

The answer? We still have no fucking clue. Sometimes we say things like “How could we ever leave the hill? WE LOVE CAPITOL HILL! …Even if that means buying a tiny 1 bedroom co-op apartment.” Other times it’s more like, “Oh hey: West Seattle wasn’t so bad. We could get a little house, and our friends told us that they have lesbian neighbors in West Seattle, so it can’t be TOO bad.” (For Dre and I, “Gay = Tolerant, liberal, happy place to live”) Sometimes we have moments of looking online and going, “Holy shit! We could easily afford a four-bedroom bungalow with a water view in Bremerton! Easy!!,” before the reality of “Oh yeah: Bremerton,” sinks in.

In other words: we have no fucking clue.