I MUST force myself to stop looking at real estate on the internet. I keep looking at houses, and so does Chris, and keep getting disappointed when they get sold. It's ridiculous. I simply cannot wait till we get a place of our own and can liberate all of my stuff from storage. I want to cook in my own pots with recipes from my own cookbooks, stand on my own carpets, listen to my own tunes and look at my own art. I am going insane in this impersonal apartment. It's nice enough, but it is not me and I need to have my stamp on a place.