Home of the Snarkmaiden

Realistically, neither of us has the emotional stamina or grit to keep at this for very much longer. Certainly not for a whole year. I have other things to do with my life, I can't have my entire imaginative sensorium held hostage indefinitely, and yet I can't seem to do house-hunting on a part-time basis. It consumes me. I obsess. It's like having a new lover. Only the new lover keeps changing, and I keep having to re-negotiate what I want from him. But I think we've found someone we can settle down with. We should hear back by Wednesday, maybe even tomorrow.

Because we're ready to move on to the next stage.