Our life is becoming a quirky game of M.A.S.H.

We went to check out the apartments in Largo today, but it started pouring rain just as we came in, so it wasn't much of a look. But if we choose an apartment, it'll probably be that one. It's only a few minutes from Shawn's work and around the corner from the Southwest Recreation Complex. It's nice. And it's $825 a month. Of rent. Plus all utilities. We could buy a house in St. Pete, or a condo in Largo and not have much higher of a mortgage payment.

But apartments are easy. If there's a hurricane, no big deal. There's no dealing with inspectors or things breaking, or what have you. It's not yours, so there's nothing to lose.

I would like to own our place. I'm tired of throwing money away on rent. Tired of dealing with carpet and allergies. But at the same time I don't think we're up for the complications of home ownership (or, more to the point, home purchasing) just yet. Not while we're juggling the complications of fertility treatments and trying to buy a second car.

I'd say we'd just rent another year, but at the same time I groan at paying $750 in deposits to only stay a year, so in reality, we'll probably be there two or three.

There's a lot to consider, and while we're not moving until April, it seems the closer April comes, the more options there are.