We’re looking for a new place.

When we moved to Utah from Colorado 18 months ago, we had to sell out house.  Because of the economy and the slump, we were able to find someone to buy the house while we financed it, so while we technically still have a house… we really don’t.  So, we have been renting for the last year-and-a-half.

My brother was kind enough to let us rent from him for the first 6 months we lived here, but his house was too far South in the county for our liking.  So in the summer of last year, we moved up to a house closer to Salt Lake, and up on the Eastern hills, by Timpanogos.  We like it up here for the most part, but we are homeowners at heart.

When we moved into the house, the previous tenants had a dog that peed all over the carpets.  Dealing with a landlord has never been my favorite past-time, and trying to get anything done in the house has been a challenge, even when that something involves either the heat in the winter, or the air conditioning in the summer.

I was in the Army Reserve way back in the day (when I was more impressionable and MUCH skinnier), and therefore I qualify for a VA loan.  This is something I had never used, because the house my first wife and I bought was a partial gift from her parents.  And then when my wife and I were dating, she already owned the house we sold in Colorado.

So, now we are starting the process of looking for houses.  In this unfortunate economy situation, right now is just about the perfect time to buy a house.  I feel kind of bad for all those people who have lost homes, but I look at it as I am helping some unfortunate family get out of a debt they can no longer afford.  Heavily discounted, of course, but nonetheless… hey, I have to sleep at night!

So, while this means that we have to, yet again, pack up our shtuff and move it (third time inside of two years), this will hopefully be the last move we make for a very, very long time.

Let’s just hope I don’t take a face to the couch that requires nine stitches on the tip of my nose this time.

OK… it was more like five stitches.  But it hurt like hell!