I loooooooooove house hunting.
But the long-term house does come with so many deal breakers attached, it's more daunting than most other kinds. (I moved every 1-2 years, and usually bought to sell again in 2 years.) But THE house? With limited area, schools, et al? That one worked up some serious stress. Especially, because like you, we were about 100k -at least- below market for what we needed.
(In our area 500k bought a 2b/1ba fixer upper we were going to be majorly house-poor so we needed something liveable. What we wanted, though was double our price range. What we needed was 100k over our price range.).
A lot of the houses we looked at were flat out ungodly (hardwood floors SQUELCHED from having been peed on for over a decade, and the ammonia smell clung to my hair for days... Another was a hoarder died in it house... Another was a drug seizure, so we were optimistic, until it became clear it was a drug LAB, and no. Not raising kids in chem, thanks),
It got to actually be fun.
I started an "Oh HECK no" mini-blog of disaster homes.
So instead of being all sad and discouraged (like I was in the beginning) it turned into a win/win adventure.
Either we'd find THE house... Or I'd find more "fun" houses.
It was also, oddly, self esteem building.
I often feel bad about my total lack of domestic-goddess-ness.
Especially in staged, gorgeous, orgasm-envy homes.
Not so, when looking for diamonds in the rough!
Come to find, I'm far from the worst housekeeper in the world.
At least when I turned the problem on its head. "Another conversation killed awkwardly! Yes! Point to my side." - Chesh's Brother
Moi : BS MH 30mumble
Him : WS Abuse Adultery Addict Six-figure Sociopath = Aaass
... I picked a winner!
DDay - 2006 ad naseam