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Depression (aka house hunting in Sydney)

Every time I think about buying a house, my head hurts. I know I shouldn't make light of depression, but honestly, there has to be such a thing as causal depression, because house hunting is definitely the cause of mine. 66 houses I've seen to date. All of them selling for a cool $250k - $550k above what they are valued at because this shit market is bananas. B-A-N-A-N-A-S. 

Meanwhile, when I'm not looking for houses, going to view houses, negotiating all the general admin required to potentially purchase a house, and then failing to secure a house, we've been trying to maintain some semblance of normality celebrating birthdays and baby milestones (first steps!) while crying over the final end to our eleven months of summer. Winter is coming (and we have no cable TV or high speed internet to see us through - bad times).

But anyway. Birthdays! The CG, Wolfie and I, with Easter thrown in for good measure, have now exhausted all our family celebrations for the year. Wolfie was definitely the biggest winner, scoring more books and toys than he knows what to do with, and getting to try chocolate, cake, jelly and ice cream over the course of a fortnight. As for the CG and I…our first year of "no presents because we're saving to buy a house" better actually include a house at some stage. Sooner, rather than later, we hope!