They spent hours, days, looking at houses. Each one had at least one thing they didn't like, but usually more.
“If we're going to commit to so much debt,” she said, “it's got to be just what we want. Our first home has got to be perfect.”
He agreed, and they kept looking. Days turned to weeks. They got tired and stressed, and started bickering and second-guessing each other.
“I wish we could be like we were before,” he said, when she asked him what his problem was. She felt the same way, she said.
They went home to their rented apartment. She smiled as he led her through the doorway by the hand.
“Welcome home,” he said.