House hunting.

Monday morning, 11am self, you have an appointment to look at the Blue House (as we're calling it) and the one you'd have killed for in High School. Warm fuzzies, good luck, and all that good stuff would be appreciated since we need a place to liiiiiiiive. Both are willing to accept our small zoo (I don't really think two dogs/two cats is a big number but I can see why saying "Four pets" would freak people out. I guess) and claim to have the magical number of bedrooms and bathrooms. One is further away and cheaper and one is infinitely closer but more expensive, though not massively so.

I just need for one of them to pan out, y'know? I have a plan, I just need the chance to implement it.