I think it's easy to tell when I'm distracted because I don't write.  I got so bogged down in workmen and real estate agents it isn't even funny.  Now that i have all the painting and repairs done, I've decided not to sell.   That would be where the real estate agents come in.  No matter how much I like the agent, I think they are a bunch of blood sucking opportunists.  I was told I wouldn't get nearly what I wanted for my house; market is bad, it's too unique, blah, blah, blah.  So the idea is to sell my house for much less than it's worth and pay someone 6% to do it?  I don't think so.  If the market ever improves, I will put in on the market and I'm going to do it for sale by owner.  I'm not in any hurry so it won't hurt to get it out there. 

All this means that I don't get to shop for real estate in Portland.  Boo, hoo!  There's nothing that gets the juices flowing quite like the search for the perfect house.  The plan is to stay here and try to spend more time in Portland. 

Some day...