I've been working with this couple for eleven months. Eleven. We've toured sixty-three houses. I know this because I started keeping a spreadsheet to preserve my sanity. Every single time we find something they love, one of them suddenly remembers a dealbreaker that was never mentioned before. Too close to a fire station. Not close enough to a fire station. The backyard faces west. The basement "feels judgmental." Last week I found them a place that checked literally every box on their list, which at this point is four pages long and includes "good vibes from the garage." They loved it. Made an offer. Got accepted. I cried actual tears of joy in my car. Then yesterday the husband calls me to say they've decided to wait another year because his cousin's astrologer told him Mercury is doing something concerning in 2025. I'm going to frame that spreadsheet and hang it in my office as a warning to myself. Some clients aren't meant to buy houses. They're meant to teach you patience.