Dream Neighborhood

When a person at my stage of life finally manages to secure a decent job, the first thing they seem to want to do is start house-hunting--at least with the market like it is. Pocket of Bolts and I are no exception. We have been checking out neighborhoods on the weekend, which is exceptionally pleasant given that spring has finally arrived. All the trees are in flower. The air is pleasingly warm. And yesterday we suddenly found the perfect neighborhood. Compared to all the other places we've walked around in, which were okay but seemed like a compromise in one way or another, this one just clicked. Both of us, we just knew right away: yes! this is exactly where we belong. Of course, it would have to be a neighborhood where most things are just slightly above our price range, even in this market... but that's good right? Aren't you supposed to buy the humblest house in a gorgeous block rather than the most gorgeous house on a humble block? Suddenly, I am full of impatience. I want to get started. Now. But Pocket of Bolts points out that we are about to be gone for a month, and it makes much better sense to start in late June, after we get back. He has a point, but I am filled with impatience.