I met my dream house the other day, and I can't have it.

It made me hate my youthful indiscretion. And my bad credit. And horrible money management.

It's a two bedroom craftsman bungalow in the Holyoke highlands with hardwood floors, a front porch, fireplace, built in everywhere, a big kitchen, and claw foot tub.

I want it so bad, but I can't have it. And it made me quite low.