So far we've found two houses that were strong candidates. The first one sold the day we were planning on making an offer, the second one we discovered had a train track about 1,200 ft. behind it. Bleh.

I'm thinking house-hunting is like finding a mate. You have to kiss a lot of frogs, and some you think are perfect - only to have everything go to hell in a hand-basket. Eventually, though, if you persevere, you find your "lobster" (to quote Phoebe from Friends).

Meanwhile - house hunting is a pain a royal pain in the derriere.