I came across this link my cousin posted on a woman’s freelancing assessment of the housing market and her own personal experience of buying a home. The part that grabbed me was this paragraph:

Debt is bad. Through a combination of good fortune, familial support and careful personal management, Andrew and I have previously been able to operate as if we were allergic to it. I became financially independent at sixteen after watching my parents’ finances collapse, and while I’ve made plenty of reckless money decisions (mostly of the imprudent-but-awesome foreign travel variety), I have managed to strenuously avoid debt through a combination of scholarships, research fellowships, waitressing, mint.com, and never turning down a freelance project. Andrew is even more prudent, wearing baseball T-shirts from middle school, and carefully investigating price per ounce at the grocery store.

That sounds like me and my wife-to-be to a T. The rest of the article, perhaps not so much. But we (the author and I) seem to share the desire to own a home, to truly call it ours, and to share it with our significant other. It’s responsible and irresponsible all at the same time and I am so very conflicted over it.

That, and I hate waiting.

Waiting in the midst of conflict is the pits!

Anyways, for the rest of the article, go here.

I talk about character, but I have none. I admonish fools, but I am the king of fools. I look for integrity in people because I want to know what it looks like. I destroy what is beautiful and loving, because I am selfish. I am domineering to the weak and twist the words of the wise.

I am filled with hate and sorrow and I wake everyday with dread in my heart. This is my life and I made it this way. Here’s to hoping it doesn’t last one way or the other.