Here housey housey housey

This post starts a few weeks ago. Let's go back to move in day, the day when we walked into our apartment and I immediately announced to Brian that we would be buying a house in a year, not two years. Then there was the first week in our apartment: broken appliances, unresponsive management, me throwing fits as Brian was walking in the door at night. I started browsing Zillow that week. We had a price range in mind, but wondered if that was truly what we could afford. 

We visited an open house a couple weeks ago, where we met a very nice Realtor who understood that we were only gathering information, not seriously looking at this house. (Too small house, too small yard, over budget!) She gave us some information about the area and her card. 

Fast forward to tomorrow, which will be our second Sunday afternoon spent looking at homes with our Realtor. We're more serious than we thought. We got preapproved for a loan and found out we could afford monthly payments in our price range. We fell in love with a house last weekend (also known as the first weekend we looked!) but it sold by 4pm on Monday. Not to be! We're trying to look at all our options, multiple areas of Nashville, etc. 

In the meantime, we become more frustrated with our apartment by the day. Service requests go unanswered, my oven runs a good 50 degrees hotter than what it's set to, broken drawers, lack of pantry...etc. The location and pools are placating us at the moment but we're really excited about the possibility of finding a home we could live in for more than a few years.