Someday I would like to own a house.  Currently I rent a little beach cottage that fits the lifestyles of me, my fiance and my puppy perfectly, although the puppy’s lifestyle currently consists of chewing, which obviously does not bode well for others who are trying to live out their lifestyles in chairs with all four legs, covering up with blankets with no holes and keeping their ankles bite mark free.  Nevertheless the little cottage by the beach provides a comfortable abode for all those who reside within its walls-even if it means floors marred with muddy puppy prints…it is home.

Of course someday, we will leave and my hope is that we will find ourselves nestling into our own home, one that we can put our names on, I mean that literally…along with muddy paw prints I foresee future children practicing their way with crayon art on our walls, one that will be ours not just for years but for decades.  Now might be a reasonable time to look for us prospective buyers.  The housing market, as reported by the North County Times apparently hit a new low in the month of March, sales are down, mortgage payments are high and the market appears weak.  But coupled with the rise in gas prices, a drooping economy and an upcoming wedding, my pocketbook is not looking to kindly on the investment of a house.  As history shows, things will eventually turn the tables.  House values will once again rise, the stock markets will steady themselves and we will once again enter the higher part of seismograph scale of economics.

In the meantime though I will rest easy in our little rental by the beach…that is if I can find a chair without the cushion chewed out.