run away freight car

that's it. i'm worn down and worn out. i want to buy a house, a condo a town home, my home, my space, my money, my loan, my decision. my mother, i love her and yes i respect and value her opinion but each time she has been invited to look at houses with my realtor and i it turns to a nightmare. this is just some fun time for me, i don't have the excess time to keep looking and looking, and i'm poor i'm not going to afford the best neighborhood and i'm okay with that, but my mom has hated everything i've looked at. i can see potential anywhere and yes i will probably go off the handle with my dreams and forget about the investment part, so yes that is where i value my mother's opinion and reasoning. right now, however, she will no longer be invited on initial visits, if i think i've found something i want to put an offer on, then i will take her to look at it. the dream right now has been snuffed out, i'm just worn out, tired of looking and wow can that woman give me a head ache.

tomorrow i'm looking at a few more properties, i'm hoping it being just me and my realtor will bring back a little excitement. this should be exciting, i'm 24 buying my first little home. i'm just pooped. i work full time, i haven't been very social because all my free time has been spent house hunting and so far it's all been a bust. how are there so many options out there but each time i think it could be the one i step inside and the smell almost kills me or the walls are collapsing in. oh well, tomorrow is a new day.