I hate moving

Well, it's more or less final. We're moving... across town.

One of my co-workers has a rental house with a fenced backyard and no wall-sharing with a neighbor. It has a beautiful master bedroom with a big bay window (which will probably become our computer room) and lots more closet space than we currently have. Since the rent is about the same as what we're paying now, we decided to jump on it.

I'd love to buy a house, especially since we're finally in a financial position where we could do so. Unfortunately, the real estate prices in Sandpoint are insane. Beyond insane. We're approaching California values here. The market is poised to fall quite a bit -- driving around town you'll see two or three houses for sale on virtually every block -- but it's going to take another year or two (and a good, cold winter) to bottom out. Will we even be here in two years? Who knows.

So we're moving to another rental house. I hate the moving process with a passion, but in the end I think we'll be better off. At least the dog will have a nice yard to run around in. And it's really all about the dog, isn't it?