Breaking up

I went and saw a duplex yesterday.

I know! How could I? How could I betray the townhome and visit something else?



It's not like I wanted to, but I just wasn't getting what I needed from the townhome. It's been noncommunicative and I think it's been cheating on me.

When I was 15 I was madly in love with Alex, my first boyfriend (and second). He was supposed to take me to Homecoming, but at the last minute he couldn't. I ended up going with my friend, Sara, and her date... and her date's friend. We had a great time and Sara and I ended up sneaking out of her parents' house to hang out with Zach and whatever her date's name was until very very early in the morning. It was all very PG until Zach walked me to class the next Monday and kissed me.

So I mailed Alex a letter that day (remember letters?) and broke up with him.

I mean, if I could LET someone else kiss me (let's be real... I kissed back and we held hands before the kiss) then I obviously wasn't in love with Alex anymore and so it was only right to break up with him.

Right?

I don't know why I haven't been able to just send the townhome a letter and tell it this isn't going to work out. It feels like giving up, but it's not like I married it or we have kids or anything. All I did was pay for an inspection (money I'll never get back) and spend countless hours with my real estate agent stalking the current seller, other tenants in the building, and every public record about the property I could find. I know better than to think that a little money and some stalking makes for a strong foundation.

So the problem is that it's a mixed-use structure... Zoned as a business or a residence. The real estate equivalent of bi-sexual. And while I don't care how people live their sexual/residential lives, I want someone to want me and this townhome seems to be into businesses right now. Because of the housing crash and foreclosure bonanza of the last few years, my broker says that no underwriter will approve a residential loan on the property. Regardless of how awesome I am (I've asked if that counts... it doesn't.) That leaves me with business loans which are less favorable and aren't fixed interest rates.

It's like the civil union vs a marriage. Some of the same rights, but mostly just a middle finger that our relationship is too risky to be government supported.

So I went to see another property. I needed to know if I could love again? Or at least date.

Dear XXX Inca St, 
It's not me. It's you.

While lovely, I'm looking for a property that is willing to commit to a long term and profitable relationship. 

Also, I'm pretty sure you're just using me until you find someone better. That's mean. I break up. 

Love, 
Melicious
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P.S.  I was on the treadmill this morning watching the Buffy Musical and this part of the episode made me cry a little and seemed like it would be a good soundtrack to this post. Damn that was a great episode.