Found a house, made an offer. w00t! I don’t feel as bad as before. It seems like the emotional steps to buying a home are as tiered as dealing with any great emotional stress. The stages seem to be ponderance, sheer mortification, doubt, and “ahh, hell with it. let’s do it!”.
It’s the second house I looked at. Really nice floorplan, although the entire house is frickin’ painted mauve (kinda dark pinkish). So, the first thing I’m going to do after closing–well, maybe second thing since my wrist will be tired from signing–will be to paint the whole thing. The place has sky blue carpeting which I’m not all that wild about, either, so that’ll go eventually.